I've seen through you,
I've observed and studied,
My eyes piercing through to your core like a shard of glass penetrating the skin.
Never making my intentions known,
keeping the secret to myself,
All those years ago under the pretense of things that seemed so important then.
Years have passed,
but memories attached to feelings last forever.
I am taunted,
I am tempted,
to tell you the things that long ago seemed too scary to say out loud.
I keep silent,
not by choice,
but by obligations of a past which has never let loose it's grip on me.