Something is bothering you,
Something is disturbing me,
You are still telling the truth,
Kind of, sort of, technically.
Half of you is only mystery,
And impossible to figure out,
That’s just the bit I can see,
How can’t I be full of doubt?
Secrets are tearing us apart,
While they keep us together,
As much as I trust my heart,
It is abused and weathered,
And I know the entire story,
Will divide us even further,
So I do not need to worry,
Over a love, over a murder.
What I do not know hurts,
If it’s all for my own good,
I already survived the worst,
Type of your abuse I could,
So I think I can withstand,
Every grenade you can throw,
Hidden inside well-planned,
Secrets I should never know.
The details leak out slowly,
Like water from a dry well,
As the puddle keeps growing,
So do all the stories you tell.
A dark winding tunnel I walk,
To search deeper inside this,
Secret, this soul, I could fall,
Forever, deeply in love with,
If the path were only clear,
Instead of this uphill climb,
That I admit I do truly fear,
Since it hurts more everytime.
So many times I have been cut,
Open to collect your secrets,
Then prematurely sewn shut,
Before any of those deepest,
Could even sink in thoroughly,
I do not want to feel anymore,
And I do not ever again need,
Secrets from another whore.