Only you know

You know that I have a “thing” about my legs;
I feel damn insecure in shorts and that’s the reason their exhibition remains short
You know I do not like talking much in the mornings, in fact I’d rather be in solitude and you say it’s like I’m in mourning
You know I roll my eyes at stupidity; mine, yours, theirs and ours
You know how I smile after I’ve said I love you and that I always will;
Now, yesterday, tomorrow and for eons
Only you know how I cry when I’m overwhelmed;
By sadness, happiness, the need for control or sex
Only you know that every night and after gloaming I pray to God;
Regardless of my intolerance for organised religion or fads
You know how I sing to suppress stress and when I gravely need your caress
You know how my face lights up at the sight of a child or at the thought of us having our own
You know?
You know I do not have a quiet mind and that I struggle to catch sleep,
That with the ascension of the morning star is when it visits me deep
I do not eat when under pressure; I do not speak when under a dark cloud
I feel blue most of the time and it’s amazing how you have the hues nestled on your palm
Only you know all of this and how it comprises most of me
Something’s I really wish you didn’t have a clue about, so I could still remain a mystery
But I’m glad that you’ve remained, despite my unplanned mischief
Only you know,
You know?