If i sling the words around too much
They'll get lost in the sharp, icy wind.
Nobody knows.
Nobody possibly can.
My secret is my secret.
Forever burning my heart.
A black plague, a sickly infection in my soul.
Nobody knows.
I wish someone did.
It crushes me.
Snapping my fresh bones and charring my skin.
It's killing me.
Nobody knows.
But I do…
My secret is my addiction,
My unhealthy obsession.
Never-ending, perpetually growing,
Seeping through my life.
He owns my heart and my tears,
My bruises and my fears.
Nobody knows.
And nobody can.
For he will always be my deadly sin
And I will forever be…..
*His Harlequin.*