everything you say can and will be used against you

i have been practicing the art of

concealment

because i once thought that love

was a wide open field

where i could spin in careless circles

and scream at the top of my lungs

my every lucid thought

but have since realized

it is instead

a cold, haunted house

with creaking doors

that only open

with the hardest push

and the strongest of intentions

to get inside.