I want to hear it
Really, I do
But wait, no, don’t,
I shouldn’t

There’s just no way!
That can’t be true!
No way, she won’t!
He wouldn’t!

I once had this…
Friend. Friend? Well,
I suppose he
Can’t be blamed

Misguided and weak,
Swiftly I fell,
For his hissing
Couldn’t be tamed

He once slithered by
Offering wares:
A red apple,
Shiny and grand

I take a bite, and
Suddenly there’s
Too much, that I
Now understand

Why can’t I accept
Without a doubt
The faces that
I once found dear?

Take it back! I cry
To him, I shout,
My sight blurred
Now that it’s clear

An apple is pure,
Just as the truth
Supposedly
Frees you from fraught

But truth only hurt,
Aching my tooth,
From tasting what
I should have not.

Critical looks
That shoot their way,
I never meant
To depict

Conclusion is,
Secrets should stay,
Because truths always
Tend to restrict.