poem

You Wholesome

I often wonder at you,
You would let me die thinking I was wrong about you.
This to prove your own good,
does it not register though that,
it's enough you know you are wrong.
worse even when I find out.
A lie told soon forgotten
only because of its intended good.
Finding fault in priciple;
breaking down the pillars of my point of view.
The question in the end not answered.
The truth never comes out,
The truth of who you are.
I love you without knowing,
I wonder when you cower to your shell.
Do you know when you come out i will love you even more.