Usually I write in riddles and rhymes
To try to disguise what I mean
So I can
Get away with opening up and saying true things
Without feeling

…exposed…

or obscene.
I can, weave my thoughts into webs of words,
Laced in sweet honey-stick furs.
They’re a little too smooth
Uncomfortable
And so you get caught,
but it still feels good.

My rhythm and flow keeps you anticipating,
waiting to hear a simple truth
And I
keep leading you on
and on without saying it.
Ruthless.

When someday you find this letter
I’ll want you to know
in no roundabout way
I’ll want you to know
I’ll want you to know
And I’ll want you to know once more.

In the simplest of words and without intention
I’ll just want you to know:

[insert_truth]