Giving In

Giving into you only to see a cold face.  Holding on to the words that I held in this empty place. Not giving into me nor you.  Leading you on with the false truths.  Making it seem that maybe I am not even me inside.  Knowing that maybe the time is not right for now, maybe later we shall see.  Not knowing inside the depths of me the lingering of truth that only I can see.   This is funny beginning in this place.  You seem unsure not giving me time nor space.  Here I go again, searching for something that is not there.  Giving in with no place to go.  This is why I hold on to what is mine, not giving into you nor me.