Day after day you ask me to talk. I can only tell you about work & the weather.
Things that didn’t have any emotion, my emotion.
You longed for me to come to you & say “Here is my soul!” but its the only thing of my own I have left.
Everything else is already yours.
I don’t want to be clean of my secrets. I want to keep them hidden.
Secrets of my past lives…
I still feel the pain & laughter & sometimes tears.
These are all before you
You can’t dissolve them, dear.
My memories, my hurt, my pain it’s all made me who I am
There is nothing you need to know
Please stop asking me to talk