I will never lie to you, but at the same time

I still need my secrets

Chaos

Is part of who I am

Hard to change who you are, at least

Without the proper medicine

I see that you are wary

Of the face behind the screen

Behind the carefully crafted symbolic syllables

Of poetry

And art

I can believe in that fear

Annoyance, anticipation

Worry

But in the most smothering sense

I promise

I will remember the days

Of when you and I

Were perhaps

Quite alive

I meant to say alike

But really

It's the same difference