Creator, Performer, Teacher

Floating Words

Poetry from the core of me.

Secrets

Once I used to read

Between the lines of you

To the other side of me

Interpreting the symbols

Stuck inside the gaps

Made by what we left unsaid

I used to run my hands

Across the surface of the cracks

Where things we thought

We hoped

Were insignificant

Fell through

To fester in the darkness

Marinating in unspoken words

Flavored with resentments

Thoughts we were too afraid to tell

Secrets kept in order for us

To keep each other close

But that’s not how secrets work

When grown in silent dark

They cannot bring together

They only push apart

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