fear of what it seems to be

speak into me with truth and love, tell me what I need to hear, nothing I don't. I say what I feel, love, sent to you through the system and you say, 'I'm sorry to say I don't feel it' and you change the subject again, and you value what we don't have anymore and I miss it more than anything, I pray there's something under the surface, something you're not telling me, something to make all of this make sense to me, my head aches from your encoded speech but I'd fear it more if it were straight forward, my God I don't understand, I need an explanation. Bless me with love. Bless me with peace.