Before I even started writing
I knew I wouldn't want to share it with you
Because it's about you
Or really, directed at you.

I probably won't share it with you for a while
I  don't want you to feel any pressure
From my emotions
From my needs.

I'm a little upset
Well maybe 'upset' isn't  the word
But I'm bothered
And I keep thinking about it, and have been all day.

You wouldn't tell me if something was wrong?
Really?
Why?
I don't understand.

But I guess I slightly understand
Trust has to be earned..
You make it seem so easy
To not tell me things.

Like it doesn't bother you at all.
You answered quick to my question
As if you had been hiding all ready
Because you knew the answer, before thinking about it.

I guess I'm just wondering
When you're going to open up
But I'll give you space, I'll give you time
Because that's who I am.

And I'm sure I should just stop expecting
You to tell me things
When I suppose it's something normal for you
To hide away, behind your walls.

I get it
You probably think I don't, but I do
I know what it's like to hide
I do it all the time.

I know what it's like not to trust
Or trust the one you love
With your secrets
With your pains and your scars.

But I'm all right with that
It's not gonna stop me from loving you
It's not gonna stop me from telling you how I feel
Or telling you my secrets.

Cause maybe you have to figure me out
Before you can trust me with all those things you don't tell me, or anyone
Maybe that isn't the case
But I can tell myself that, and it'll make it understandable.

I know I can say all these things
But you won't open up
You'll have to do it on your own time
And I get that, I do.

I guess I just wish you could talk to me
And maybe that's a bit of a jump
Because you do talk to me
But I guess I just wish you'd tell me those things you don't tell anyone else.
That you'd tell me your deepest secrets
And let me past the surface.

Everyone can wish, but most don't receive.