Before I Tell You

We all know the rhyme.
Secrets, secrets are no fun unless you share with everyone.
But that’s not true for this secret.
This secret is not meant to be shared.
It’s locked inside me.
Always trying to escape by pushing me beneath the surface.
Drowning me.
Still, I keep it hidden.
Until one look into his dark, consuming eyes convinces me to tell him everything.
And I try to.
I really do.
But sometimes, secrets have a way of revealing themselves on their own.
Even when we least expect it.