You say tell me everything
So I do. 
I tell you about how the sun rises and how it sets
And how the sea retreats from the shore after every wave
Grasping at the singular granules of sand
And not being able to hold on. 
I tell you about colourful dresses and sunsets and carnivals 
And of the deep sea fishes that have mastered the 
Art of becoming invisible 
BUT
But--
Underneath all this talk is hidden tension between us
Do you feel it too?
This small winged thing is hiding beneath layers and 
Layers of thick paint do you feel it too?

I haven't mentioned though, of the other things. 
They live under the paint too.
Along with the ravaged dreams and spoiled memories
They live off me, like parasites on a host. 
I am afraid. 
What will happen when they consume me?
What will happen to you?
 
So don't say tell me everything
Don't say nothing at all.
Pack your bags, go home, never see me again. 
And then make sure to take the splinters out of your back 
From that time I slammed you against the door.