I`ll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret

postsecret sundays get me through the week.
i remember my creative writing teacher in highschool always tried to talk me into becoming a writer. she loved the way i write.
she was amazed that someone my age could illustrate such chemistry with words.
every story was about you.














its still really hard.
to see you go on with your life as if i never had a part of it.
and to know you're trying so hard to pretend that i didn't.
to convince yourself and everyone around you.
i feel so pathetic knowing that you know i'd still never do anything to hurt you.
all your secrets are my secrets.

but if you wind up in jail,
because im not there to help.
and im not there to care about you,
i'll totally deserve that smile.

and my god, that y and the word "you" is so beautifully ironicly appropriatley written.