You know you shouldn't speak of me. Once you do trust shatters and trust is hard to fix. Friendship also shatters quite oftenly when you speak of me. You may spread me around like a virus after a fall out with a friend but just because you fell out with a friend doesn't mean you can tell others about me.
You may tell yourself that your friend is the worst person ever and doesn't deserve you as their friend when in reality they never spread me. They kept me hidden. They may have had the want to spread me but their tears held them back. Not only their tears but also their loyalty to you and the friendship and memories they shared.
I can be one, or two, or more things but even if you spread just one of me it's still not right. I am a secret meant to be kept secret. Telling others about me may seem fun and cool with you and your friends but to the person who I belong to does not find it as fun and cool. Instead they wipe their tears, paint a smile, keep your secrets locked away and move on while telling themself that you never existed to try and make you leave their thoughts.
I am a secret. I am all secrets. Tell me and my best friend will shatter and once trust breaks it is hard to glue back together. Trust is hard to fix and I am hard to be unheard.
