One eye closed, one eye open.

We always managed to make our way around it.
You believe heartily.  I’m a skeptic fondly.
You believe, rely and have faith in the entity behind the clouds.
And if any question pops,  you extinguish it with beliefs and recites.
I ask, I sleep with questions and make love to them.
I believe then  I don’t…
But we have a way to reconcile
It’s our unsaid, unagreed upon rule so not fight
Honesty is deprived. Honesty is not overrated. It’s needed.
Like the time I told you I like you, and you were so nice about it that you said you liked me back.
Then you learned to like me.
It’s very convenient, that’s why.
Yet, it’s not healthy. It will accumulate until it reaches the skies, then it will explode with no beliefs to quench the bonfire.