It's a secret.

It's a passion.

A want,

a need

buried down deep,

pushed underneath

everything

else.

This jealousy, these midnight thoughts,

an enigma wrapped in

four layers of

emotion

so I can't see it.

I never told you

because it is 

impossible,

unthinkable.

Our ship is not

 unsinkable.

So I didn't tell you.

It's a secret.