I do not want to be your secret, but if I was- I'd like to be the type you'd tell all your closest friends about.

I'd like my name to roll of your tongue like a treasure you'd fight so hard to keep, even if it had to end with 'don't tell anybody'.

I'd like of you to think of me, as something, to keep as yours entirely.

And yet I am the type of secret you are most likely to forget.

The type that rolls of your tongue only when it needs to be.

I do not want to be your secret, but I can't demand, can I?

Because that is all I will ever be.