An Open Book

Secret Lover,

You're my best friend. You tell me we're twins, that your mother is mine, that your father i can share. You say those people in that house that call me their sister, daughter; you say their not my famliy, but you are. And in a sence your right: thou our blood is not the same, our brain is.

when we speak at night, before we go, you always say you love me. And I always reply. But what you mean, when you say that; you'll never mean it the way I do. you love me like a sister, and I love you like a lover. But you cant know that. No-one can.