My first reply

So how do I explain
something I don't understand
completely, myself?
My stance, as you ask, somehow diminished
due to uncertainty (the string
I follow through the maze
of the Minotaur
is not the same I used to wind)

Indeed, perhaps you should not believe
all my reassurance, although
it is sincere, in the end.
It takes time: I think the ice that encases my heart
(indeed my whole being; maybe)
has taken too much heat.
After all you are a fire sign-
I, water, disappear into steam.

So how do I tell you?
How can I bear this out, uncovered before you
when, in all entirety, it is not complete yet
in my eyes?
(And now I stray back to the beginning
You see- I'm hopelessly lost)

Trust me,
although I may not trust myself.
It takes me time to adjust
I can't elaborate
I could write so much and achieve such the opposite...
(I don't want to think on it)

I am too self-scrutinising;
Too serious at something meant to be
less.
What is the difference anyway?
Why do I fret (sometimes, when you're not here)?

I don't like to take this risk:
the rush is dangerous
(see? writing too much again)
The myth is that I am dissatisfied, what you think.
But could it be I have tasted too much?
I get bored easily- rein me in, please
for my mind wanders
I think of you constantly
And it's tearing me apart (however wasteful that might be)