I wish I could say that
I’ve been completely honest with you,
but I haven’t,
well…I have, mostly
but at least I’m being honest now
in my lack of honesty.
I’ve kept things from you,
things I’ve even kept from myself;
doubt, inadequacies, hopes and dreams.
Anything I have given you,
you’ve accepted wholeheartedly.
You’ve never laughed at me,
when I hoped you would.
I push away and build walls,
yet like a thief in the night,
under the silence of the moon
I steal in close for intimate comfort.
If I could cry I would.