Twice Bitten

if you've a secret, please don’t share no, not 'cause I don’t grasp, or care but just know this of what you give - that stain of what you trust me with ... will ne'er be wiped, by wish ... or sieve. ~ Being the person that others trust with a secret can come at a high price sometimes, when, years later, you find you've become a reminder of that dark thing or shameful mistake they wish to forget. That’s what this poem is about - I’ve gotten so I no longer want to be a confidant, if it means that friendship won’t last. To some people, the past is conditional, and you have to respect that. ??