There's A Part

There this part of the narrative I'd like to share
There's a part down to the core
Like middle names and favorite colors
Beloved people, who have passed away and secret realms
I was to explain it all to you, but I won't

I won't scare you will petty statement or tell you tales
Can't tell you my secrets, although you say it's safe to tell
Tattle tales of the heart, or something like it

Writing in a journal, taking back the words I've said
Writing down the words and stories I can't send
Explaining once and again.
I'm dreaming.... delirious and you don't care

Or many be it is that I care too much,
We're on this cyclical down
You ask me questions-I dodge.
Don't call me out...
But You will
Call it as you see it.

I know I do... I know that there is no running for you.