In Private

Sometimes my heart hurts from talking to you
but silencing what I want to say
so that when, if ever, I speak honestly
the words will sound rusted
like a trinket bought in a moment of hope
and hidden away in embarrassment.
Know my love from how knotted and old it now is
a tree that has put roots so deep into me
that I would crumble if it were torn out.

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