Secret Hearts

I light no candle when the moon is down:        
A lack of light lets secret hearts awake;          
Inside the cage, imagine all the frowns          
From men: they make quite sure, each time, they break          
Soft hearts and leave the cracks to seal their song:          
The tune they'll love, for all eternity;          
I do them right, though they must do me wrong;        
          
But this is life, and life can only be          
Painted the colours of my secret heart's          
Convulsions, brushed by illicit regret          
At slaps that always mark my walls; the smarts          
Of tears, that nearly always flood, are set          
On finding men to fuck; men who handle          
Secret hearts through every unlit scandal.