I don't know

1)

Honesty,

The best policy

Can either elate or hurt.

Everything t hat’s not about numbers is words.

How do you communicate feelings?

Sometimes when talking,

Maybe I should give you warning?

How do you vent and not offend,

When you’re intentions were never to hurt at all?

2)

You’re face looked so sad,

Probably shed tears when I left.

I should have never talked with you

About problems before work.

Lately it’s been hard to find time.

Lack of communication is pulling us apart.

Is it my fault?

Is it yours?

What is this mess of silence we can’t fill?

Stinging thoughts hurt my head

Words spinning and replaying over.

It was those fucked up things I said. 

When communication is failing what can we see? 

I feel as if we're being torn apart, 

This feeling of being left out.

You,

You always think I'm going to leave.

Though a thousand times I've told you

I'm not interested in anyone else but you. 

Yeah, 

I may have said I need some company

But that doesn't mean I'm going to cheat or leave. 

I just need to meet some new people because I don't want to be lonely. 

So should I lay here and let lonliness get the best of me? 

Trying to find inner piece is hard enough as it is...

How else can we really live? 

What if I can't talk to you about my shit? 

Who can I run to if not you?

That's why I always go to you first. 

But I can't anymore because no matter what I say it hurts...

Am I going to feel forever alone or out of place?

It's like seeing the stems of a flower in space. 

It doesn't make any sense. 

May the answers to my problems are finding a new way to vent.

3)

I'm scared of when I see you later.

I'm scared you're going to be mad. 

I let the situation linger in my head

In the blink of an eye you slammed the door angry

In a different instance you walked in 

Never acknowledging my presence and just walked by. 

The last one  you looked and me and walked in. 

You kissed my lips and told me you talked about it with a friend.

Told me that it was fucked up what I said, but everything's going to be okay. We can work it out. 

4)

Is it wrong that I've been feeling this way? 

O don't know how to be happy.

I only know how to be okay. 

No. 

That was a lie. 

There have been peaceful times.

Then again, I'm not going to run and hide. 

Life is about learning, living, and finding ways to stay alive.