I didn't tell you because you didn't need to know
But the truth is
I should've written it on billboards across the city
Shouted from every rooftop
Broadcasted it on every radio
How your best friend
Your cousin
Lover
Son
Brother
Whatever he is to you
Is the reason I check under my bed for monsters
And my mistake for never opening up
He stole my innocence
And the bastard got away with it
YOU ARE READING
Here I Lay
PoetryA collection of poems that allows you to feel what I felt during different times in my life
