I am my siblings secret keeper.
They come to me and tell me these things I do not wish to know.
But if not me, then who?
Parents cannot be trusted, no,
They will do the smart thing,
The reasonable thing,
And hand out punishments.
But me?
Those secrets will sink through my skin
Down to a dark curve of my heart
Where they will sit and rot.
I won\'t tell, no, never.
If secrets are how you show that you still trust me,
Love me,
Then I will bear that burden
For as long as you wish.