Not Proud

...because it's the knowledge love exists

That initially shows to be attractive

But once undoubtedly confirmed

I grow tired of being reassured

I am cool and calm in such a way,

- his confidence quickly dissipates
I am vulnerable, but barely enough
And pushy just a little too much

I pull away quickly
And flood back in too
And the worst part is: Through it all,
I'm thinking about you

I speak seeming secrets from my pillow

And present raw truths it seems I rarely show

(But I'm an undercover open book)

These are not things to be proud of, I know