The Nature Of Honesty

The Nature of Honesty

That’s when I become ignorant, when it starts to be you and not a
                                  figment of my imagination.
Because I’m damn good at daydreaming, but God awful at
                             leaving it alone.

And my stubbornness doesn’t help things, but my mind sees
                through the consequences of thought without action.
                                                        Thoughts keep my actions at bay, but I’m just waiting for that
                                                                                                    day to come,
                                      when my hidden agenda is written on my face.

And then I’ll have ruined something more than this, destroyed the
                                                                        bliss that I find in you.
  Irreplaceable friendship will be exchanged for dust,
                                                                      trust for distance,
                                                                                  patience for frustration,
                                                                                       adoration for hate.
                                            Me for him, or her, or them.

                            And I’ll have wished I’d kept my thoughts to myself.