Keep it to yourself.

No one desires to witness these outbursts,
coffee grounds staining palms as love
burns you, never fully out of your system.
They're measuring you up, you know?
Molding, building, mentoring with good
intentions but you already struggle with
the project of recovery. You still sleep
next to bricks, exhaling locomotive steam
because you hold yourself back -
it's trying to travel without a backbone.

No one, that you've known on this earth yet,
will think of you both in the sunlit days and
pain-darkened nights. No one can love you
as brightly as you yearn for, rising from dreams,
conviction in your chest, footsteps sure and steady.
No one can accept you instantly and unregrettably.

No one (but God).