honestly, I love you

we spoke of being honest with each other
and I immediately thought of all my secrets
ones that I feel are only for me to know
and I wondered if withholding them from you
was the same thing as telling a lie
I don't want to be dishonest but at the same time
some shit is simply not your business
nor is all of your history, mine

it doesn't matter whose lips grazed us before ours met
or what things we have or haven't tried
I've tried to let you see the parts of me that are pertinent
to the establishment we are attempting to develop
the film of my past is faded and irrelevant
when I compare it to the clarity of what we have today
the negatives mean nothing; I tossed them in the trash
and so should you if you mean that you love me

let us get off on the right foot in the beginning
because in the end, two left feet would get us nowhere
and I'd like to see us end up somewhere where love meets
the gaze of longing and the struggle to solidify desire
and find that after all the blows, we are still standing
so do not mind if I sit pondering the answer sometimes
before I actually provide it to your questions
and feel free to keep back those things just for you
and I promise I will always love you honestly