there is always
a part
of the broken soul
that is
kept hidden
a secret
a pain
that isn’t
shared
a shame
scratched deep
into the soul

but she gets it

there is something
frightening
but comfortable
in knowing
you don’t have to
hide or pretend
sometimes
you aren’t falling
apart

i could never
show myself
before
there were always
excuses
there always will be
to everyone else

but not her

that is nice