An understanding between us 2

Abashed by your temper, you stop speaking,

All I ask for you is to share,

Dreadful thoughts which come across your mind-

Conveying will give you peace, if not rest;

I know when not to push you anymore-

Those gullible thoughts, streaking through my nerves-

Yes, they might come down only for you,

Speaking does best, but your presence keeps me sane.