I have these sacred places.
Though sacred, they're not so secret, having told you of them.
I spoke of these places having trusted you to know they were sacred.
But unfortunately I spoke too soon before I could remind myself that sacred places should remain secret.
Now, you have marked those places the way you marked me; as if they were your territory.
Now, my reflection shows features that I possess and no longer admire because they once were admired by you.
Now, I overthink and think too much in those sacred places because every thought is a piece of you.
I have these sacred places.
Though sacred, they're not so pure, being you have tainted them.
