The Wolves Howling In My Head

Wanting

I've said it before.
I want to talk to you.
I hate not having you know.

Know what?

Everything.
You were central to my life.
Now you know nothing.

I'm afraid to share

My friends don't really know me.
But you do.
And I wish I knew you.

It's clear you aren't the person you were.

That fact alone hurts me,
Because I don't know you,
And I don't open up to strangers.

I hate wanting to tell you everything.

I'm overflowing,
Bottled up so much,
And I can't talk about it.

So to some degree, I want you to talk to me.

But I want so much more,
And I'm afraid to ever trust you again,
So I can't tell anything at all.