Alright Marcus [What the heck...:P]

There isn't a way I can think of
To express what is on my mind
Poetry is the only means that I
Seem to be able to find

I've been thinking lately
And wish that I could talk to you
About what is on my mind
What's a lie and what is true

Sure we talk do a lot
Anyone would agree
But I never get to you
And you never get to me

Both of us hold pieces
To this puzzle we are a part
But both of us have them
Locked away in out hearts

We can chat for hours
About anything under the sun
But we hang up promptly
When something serious has begun

So I'm trying to figure out
What the hell is going on
Are you just shutting down?
Or am I doing something wrong?

Are we just not supposed to talk
Is that the way it's meant to be?
Is there something wrong with you?
Is there something wrong with me?

Maybe we just don't trust enough
To share our thoughts freely
I know that for you things
Like this doesn't come easily

But you're a writer!
And I am a writer too
Isn't there something, that
Maybe we could do?

Like write a story or poem
Telling what's inside
Must we from each other
These things always hide?!

*Directed toward one of my friends... who goes on here every now and then. So yeah, it won't make sense to most. :)