I don’t know what it is
About that room that makes
Me spill my guts.
I’ve done it twice.
Someone hit me.

I told you that I…
Well, you know the rest.
You made the gesture
And I nodded and kind of smiled
In that, ‘please don’t hate me’
Kind of way. You sighed
And shook your head.

You asked me questions
In a hushed whisper
And I answered, slowly
Revealing myself to you.
I begged and pleaded
with my eyes and quiet words
For you not to tell.

You promised.
I’m holding you to that.
I trust you with something big.
Please. Don’t say anything.
I’m still begging you.

A/N: who totally fails at this writing this? I DO! this wasnt my favorite thing ever.