The Truth

Who do you love?
That one question holds so much meaning; so much power.
That question, and the answer that should follow it, could change everything.
The words are just waiting to come forth: It is you that I love.
But like always, I lock my lips tight and hold myself back.
You don't know.
You can never know how I really feel about you.
If ever I let those three small words slip out of my mouth, our friendship would be forever changed.
Why should I tell you this if you do not return my love?
You have her.
That other girl.
So, once again, I hide what I feel.
I hide behind the lies that I tell you.
Despite your persistence, I can't tell you who I love.
It is my one secret.
I can only show you the truth through the poems that I write.
Read each of them closely, and find the hidden meaning between the lines.
And next time you ask me something, think about whether you really want to know the truth.

by TiffantAnnLoganAdams
posted on 11/02/2009