Our Little Secret

'it'll be our little secret,'

you used to say to me.

'you cannot tell anyone else about this,'

were the words you always seemed to repeat;

almost as if you were afraid that this

young, innocent girl

would blab all around about the

grown ass man

who used to promise her the damn world.

our little secret.

i used to think that phrase

meant the world.

i used to believe that phrase

was so special.

i used to hold this little secret

so close to my heart,

afraid of what was to happen

if i actually let it spill

one day.

i used to be so afraid

to piss you off.

i used to be so afraid

of hurting you.

that little secret,

that one tiny little secret,

did the best fucking job

at controlling this

nine year old child.

it did the best fucking job

at making sure this

nine year old child

never blabbed,

never talked,

never said a single word

about you.

you.

the thirty five year old

grown man

who knew exactly what

he was doing.

but guess what,

sir.

i'm not that same

nine year old child

anymore.

i'm no longer afraid of you,

or what you would do,

or who you would do it to.

that little secret,

the one that you felt was

so damn important

to keep between us,

is no more.

'it'll be our little secret,'

were the words you used to say to me.

that's too bad,

kind sir.

because that little secret

that you felt to be so damn important

to be kept just between us,

is no more.