OOps I Wasn’t Supposed to Post That Here

I declined to join your secret club.
I’ve been in those before.
Secrets have killed me more than once,
I’d like something more.
Secret clubs, and secret rooms, and secret codes and then,
secret attacks behind your back and round and round again.

Don’t trust me with your secrets, your rumors and your lies,
I’m often immune to glamour and will see through your disguise.

Trust me with your truths
those things I understand,
Your calibration of discretion,
Is how I’ll play my hand.
I’d rather have connection, than join an exclusive club.
You can keep your secrets, They’re the hindrance of love.