Worth it

If I told you a secret

about something you already knew

something everyone already knew

would you keep it anyway?

If the blue sky were 

The deepest, darkest part of me,

would you be inclined to share?

Maybe you would laugh or

jokingly announce

on 

whichever crowded sidewalk

of the world upon which

we stood.

But before my confessions, 

could you have sworn upon

Blue Skies?

And now?

Can you swear by an ever-constant 

wash of color

overhead?

Because it's you 

Who splatters my skies

with thick, Grey muck

with every ounce of mockery

your voice adopts

but are otherwise my reason

for the crystal heavens.

And that's a secret worth keeping, I believe.