I could tell you a story about birth 

But then she’d have to remember my trauma

And we don’t talk about that 

I could tell you about my siblings 

But I would have to relive everything she said

And we don’t talk about that 

I could describe all the massive ways I love

But then they would have to remember the heartache

And we don’t talk about that

I could tell you stories of my travels 

But he wouldn’t like it

So we don’t talk about that

And all this

All the not talked about

Is carried with me everyday in hopes that maybe you will let me talk about it