My fingers didn't write this. My heart did. It's not for me. it's for my secret. A secret I wish to God would see it. This is for the hands that I wish would hold me, and the voice I wish would talk to me; and it's for the secret which denies me every night.
For god's sake, why?

You may never read this, so you'll never hear me scream.

Forgive me this.

This weakness © The one I should have saved.