My thoughts are all wrong.
My feelings only betray.
My lies fool no one but me.
And My words sow dismay.
All I have are my words,
air and intent,
and they fall on deaf ears
because I won't say them clear.
My words serve as sheilds,
as towers, and walls,
my words are the garuntee that I can't fall.
In honesty comes fear,
anxiety and hesitations of doubt,
my honesty can't truly be honest
if I'm not honest with what its about.
My feeling are lies that I know not to trust.
My feelings distract and give in I must.
My thoughts, I once thought,
were the safest of all,
the one thing I was most certain of, of all.
My thinking is twisted, warped, and askew,
daily and nightly conjuring their lovely thoughts, of you.