He'll know all that has spoiled in your heart

I do not understand why people communicate the way they do. Hiding things and playing games. Tip toeing around each other as not to offend or reveal too much. It's like we all have terrible skeletons in the closet and are ashamed. I think we all suffer from some perversion or massive failure. If we were just honest about them, I have a feeling we'd be better for it. I try to wear my heart on my sleeve like a love sick romantic in motion. I think it breeds hurt. But not just for me. After the initial shock, there is a perfect calm. I think I people watch too much. I think I hook up too often.