Writing Prompt

We like to call it a secret just to make ourselves feel better so we don’t feel the guilt of calling it the truth, the truth is something no one wants to admit the deceiving and hurt they cause, but it’s more than that isn’t, all those drunk nights of arguing and trying to get you to stop but we all know it makes things worse don’t we mom?

Having your daughter escape death a minority of times, fr...

if i

told you

my secret

would you

tell

a soul?

would you

brandish

my inner thoughts

for everyone

to

see?

or would

you keep

it

quiet

and

out of sight?

maybe

left

it in

the darkest

cubby

you have?

but

i guess

there’s

no point

in

saying

when i

already

know

how you’ll

react

to this

you’ll say

it’s fine

and

pretend that

you don’t

judge me

because

i am

so in

love with

you

but you

are ...

There are secrets sewn into the skin.

Threads pulled tight where silence begins.

They live in corners, dark and small.

In places we hide them, behind the wall.

In the quiet they fester, in silence they grow.

Unseen, unknown, but they always know.

They are the weight in the hollow of the chest.

They burn in the throat, the ache in the breast.

Untold, unspoken, they lie and they wait.

And we carry t...

Can you UNCOVER the keywords that keep this secret. Warning: not for the faint of haert

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Nsq ivtvm cvi yjs gvq qavh pgvk

Pj avmv b uh wbqa pvcmvq cjov

Qj qvgg yjs wauq yjs pajsgoiq fijw

B evvg pj nuo gbfv vtvmy ouy

B ojiq fijw ajw qj cjkv wbqa kubi

Pj b abov bq ojwi ovvk bi pbov

Siqbg bq nsmpqp uio b ngjw abra

Bqp vbqavm qauq jm qav qajsraqr

Qauq qugg hv qauq b...

You,

Wrote a letter on the wind.

That,

Only my heart could hear.

The,

Secret you chose.

And.

Let me bear.

Was,

One of love.

And,

Of beauty and devotion.

…

I love you baby 🖤...

I still have your hoodie…

I still wear it more then I care to admit…

Always struggling with the fact that me having it…

Was supposed to mean something, wasn’t it?

Wrapped up in you …

Even though you let me go.

Trying to hold on to the good feelings I felt…

Before I was ‘ pathetic ‘ and whatever else.

The good ones always end up bruised..

I’ve been shown it enough,

To know that statement is nothi...

Can you understand

The very veins of my heart?

How each of them are a string,

Playing a symphony of feelings?

Can you understand

The numbness you create?

How cold my mind becomes

From the these thoughtless games?

Can you understand

The pain you pierced me with?

How my heart can no longer beat

With want or love?...

My mind always wonders back to you.

To what we had.

Always blaming time and circumstances,

For the choices you made.

And that’s fine.

People place effort where they want to.

And you chose to question and view the beauty of what we could have been..

As a burden.

Always shutting me up at the first sign of upset

So every time I tried to speak out

I was ‘pathetic’

Words may not break bones

But...

Can you keep a secret?

Loves grasp does not wear

If meant to be

The situation is,

The hope and heart of all of this

Will come together in a kiss

And live

Forevermore.

For Love does not weary or shy

It is ever hopeful

Ride or die....

Well?

Can you keep it in your head,

Or hell?

in your need which i fed.

When,

You keep this in your chest.

Then,

Hold it under your breast.

Keep,

It warm and loved,

Sleep,

With it and hold it gloved.

Well,

Can you keep it on your lips.

Quell,

This so it doesn’t slip.

Fill,

It if needs be.

Thrill,

And ache it to be free.

…

Love you baby 🖤...