How A Poet Loves Part 4 (The Secret) Poem by Bron Dayvid

She says good morning
I say… not really
She says are you hungry sweetie
I say… not really
She says I made you breakfast
I say… I wish you didn't
She says I love you baby
I say… I wish you didn't
The anxiety inside of me
Is building up like a game of Tetris
She asks me a question and I give a false answer like I failed the test its
So much drama I should be awarded an Oscar
For such a deceiving yet believing performance
Because the character I created is easily mistaken
As the real me
If she knew the truth she would kill me
Hurting from hiding this pain and she is the only one who can heal me
I'm her only lover but there is another girl I let feel on me
And now my heart is empty I need her to refill me
But once these secrets are released
Ima be begging please
Please don't leave
So tomorrow when she says good morning
I'll say…yes it is baby …I Love you
The Secret stays secured Away
Until another day….To be continued