mysteries

 there are some things you have not been telling me

i can feel it

and it is not one of my insecurities

or self made fears 

i wish you could really open up to me

i do not know if your comfort does not evolve me entirely

or the things you are going through are just too much

again this distance

the monologue of mine

say all you want to me, you will not hurt me

what can happen is

me hurting myself with my own expectations

that I keep swallowing to try to forget and move on

the fact is

we never know anyone

nor ourselves one hundred percent

just because we do not realize with all of our senses

or for some mystery of the universe 

another, i mean