Our honesty is incomplete
though strong in it's own landing
We never lie
but words unsaid
Leave partial understanding

It makes good sense to hide the truth
An open door is dangerous
A criminal
Could come and break
The trust that long has bound us

This poem is like one large knot.
I'm failing to unravel my thoughts;
Struggling to get my point across.

This poem isn't right.
Mulling the feelings over all night.
Revising only to continue to revise.

This poem isn't what I want it to be.
Typing it out before pressing delete.
Leaving each line incompl-

Any poem
Yeah any poem
It's incompl