Distrust

Confused. 
Afraid.
Shocked.

Nearly every thought which crosses my mind,
Later falls on your ears.
And the ones that don't,
Surely aren't unshared because I fear your reaction...
But only because I know you're not interested.
Which doesn't bother me, by the way.

Laughter.
Dreams.
Debate.
Tears.

Stories.
Jokes.
Fantasies.
Fears.

Vulgarities.
Sweet nothings.
Endearments.
For your ears.

Worthy of my truth.

I may not tell you every thought, but you still know all.

I miss the security that thinking the same of you gave me.  

And I hope you haven't created a monster.

Terrified.
Hurt.
Destroyed...?