The Concept of Secrets

I loved you less
When you pried inside
Of my story book
And my other side
And I thought you’d be the one
That would make me motionless
In a moving world
Full of living lies
I was true to you
To your words and thoughts
I was following you
Through your promising slots
I was hiding only ninety-nine
And I trusted you to let me keep what’s mine
Until I felt the need to share with you
One hundred of my bones
The one’s that I never thought to show
To anyone that came to me
And asked me what they couldn’t see
I told them all to wait a while
With no intention of making due

When every thought was almost yes to you
You had to go searching for the truth
And there’s no regret
I don’t believe in it
So when you say to me that you’re the embodiment
I will laugh at you
I will scoff at you
I will know the point
And what you wanted to do
You can’t preach to me
When I don’t seek the truth
Nor enlightenment
Or a photo booth
They are meant for only one pure thing
The relationships of which I often sing
You failed at me
Come to terms
It is something that you’ll never learn
When you pass me on
Those cobble stones
I will glance at you
And you will realize
That you’re alone.