I do not want
you if you only want me
with the lights off.
Too many people have loved me like a secret;
like p.orn
magazines stashed under the bed;
like a period stain or childhood trauma
or a monster they’re f.ucking
scared of.
No.
Love me like a line
from your favorite song;
like a swear word; a nasty habit;
like the tattoos on your right arm.
Love me like a funny story
you can’t wait to share
with family and friends.
Love, will you want me?
Will you love me that way?
Turn the lights on, baby.
I want to be the secret
you don’t know how to
keep.
— WORST KEPT
SECRET
