I badly want to be heard without hurting 

I’ll confess, I also need to be seen to 

I want to have impact without provoking

I am truly not trying to destroy you.

I oftentimes wonder do I have the right 

To detail in my lines my experience 

When it is always about you that I write 

The debate weighs heavily on my conscience. 

Because we’ve shared soil, my heading, I did geld 

It pains me something awful to confess so 

To admit that, years of silence, my tongue held 

As, your secrets, they are my secrets also.  

It’s terrifying to permit myself to speak 

Outside the bounds of our long-held covenant 

Yet it’s catharsis that allows me to speak 

Beyond the censure of loyal sentiment. 

I only write what I now and that is you 

My unapologies, dear unwilling muse 

When my pain ebbs, I’ll have stories that are now 

I’ll write something happy, something to amuse. 

Since you live in tales I own, there’s normal choice 

I can’t spill my tears without you crying too 

It isn’t easy to give myself a voice 

How to say you hurt me without shaming you?