Baggage

If I told you all my secrets

The ones resting deep in the crevices of the things

That I’d like to forget

I wonder, would you still look at me the way you do?

With love and innocence in your eyes

You wish you could hold on to me, grow on me

Like moss does on smooth rocks

So that we become one, a habitat

And we can’t live without each other

But if I told you all my secrets

Would you still want to be so entwined with me?

Or would you swim far, far away

To be with fish that have less baggage in the sea

Picture: https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/fish