There Are Things We Do Not Speak Of

there are things we do not speak of

loneliness
        broken pieces
   the songs that remind us of the past

why?
aren't they important? these are the pieces of us, our lives in small bits like the shards of a
                       shattered
                 mirror

that's why

they are too important to share thoughtlessly
and perhaps we have hurt so many times that we've lost      the meaning       of the word

"trust"

what is that?
to tell our brokenness to another's ear
             only to have them talk again and spread  your shattered pieces around
     like cookies at a party? to tell our stories to the one who kept silent
(we believed)
          until someone else mentioned it
and who else could've told them?              no one else knew

"trust"

        and the things we don't speak of

                             go hand in hand

if they had fingers it would be intertwined
we do not trust
      and they do not know
                   we are all equally
broken
  shattered
     alone


there are things we do not speak of

loneliness
      brokenness
                                     and mistrust