A hidden kind of love

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I hate that I can not peak inside your mind
Unravel all your thoughts
Understand all your feelings

I hate that it eats me up inside
that I can not see what you think
Or decipher all your blinks

I hate that you sometimes do not smile
something is burrowing under your skin
You are twisting and turning your ring

I hate it when you do not say what is on your mind
How selfish can I be
You have no obligation to me
Your thoughts and feelings remain your own

I hate that I can not stitch together your rips
nor can I clean all your wounds
I can not fix the world for your comfort
and although it breaks me to not know
what you think will always be a mystery

I can not risk the unknown
The unanswered question that lingers on our lips
The not talked about touches on my ribs
I would live in darkness if I can keep you
I would live in agony to see you smile

I hate that I can not read your mind, but maybe it is good you can not read mine

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