My Secret

You always tell me when I’m wrong,
Though I’ve known it all along.
Still, I circle back to you —
Again, again… just wasting time,
Or maybe trying to feel alive.

You whisper things you meant to hide,
The pieces of you you’ve thrown aside.
And somehow I’m the one who knows,
The only one you ever chose
To see you breaking.

So I’ll keep you — my quiet sin, my hidden ache,
My dirty little secret I can’t seem to shake.
If they ever knew, I’d call it a regret…
But truth is, I’m already in too deep.
Who has to know
When I can’t let go?

We live inside these fragile lines,
Loving you hurts, but God — it shines.
Some days you’re heaven, some you bruise,
But darling, loving you
Is the sweetest kind of lose.

Tell me all the games you hide,
Tell me where you run to when you cry —
I’ll be the one who knows your storms,
The fire in your quiet wars.
I’m always waiting.

’Cause you pull me in and push me out,
Fill me with pleasure, drown me in doubt.
Just when I swear I’ve had enough,
You breathe my name — and there I go,
Falling back into your love.

It eats me up, this fragile truth:
I’ve never loved someone like you.
In and out, I fall, I drown —
You break me, then you pull me out.
I can’t deny it.

So I’ll keep you — my secret, my ache, my fire,

The one who sets my heart on a wire.
I fall, I rise, I break, I heal —
But loving you is the only thing that feels
Like truth.
Who has to know?
When it’s always been
Just me and you.

Onnaya