And maybe no one knows but me

Palermo, Sicily

It is becoming more difficult

To live the lie.

I don’t pretend

Unlike you

Who tells me, “how are you?”

And kisses me on the cheek

As if you ever cared.

But I keep our secret.

Yours, I guess

I don’t tell

And the only person that kills is myself.

But sometimes I forget

I forget that not everyone knows

They don’t know why

I don’t smile

They don’t know why

I look away

And it is becoming too heavy

To walk around with what you did to me

Like rocks in my backpack.

Instead I want to throw them against the ground

Break them in/to pieces and

Scream out

Maybe then I can feel broken,

Open

Instead of how I do now,

Wounded,

Frozen.