A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    Can I tell my story


    without telling


    part of yours?


    Do I have the right


    to broadcast


    the secrets


    that we shared?


    If I loved you,


    I’d keep silent.


    The love I believed in


    was just a belief.


    Never real,


    never true,


    yet—


    still worthy


    of my silence.


    * This poem was inspired by a tell all book a celebrity put out. Shared secrets spilled...and it made me think about how crappy I have felt when something I said in private became public. Or, something I said got twisted beyond my intentional meaning. It also made me realize how vulnerable we are when we share our own stories. I don''t want to to leak secrets that hurt others, but I have at times because perfection is unobtainable in this life. Some secrets do need to be told, but others do not. When I write, even when what I write isn''t about me, it still is driven by my personal experience and my encounters with others.