Mixed Signals

I ask you to reveal your depths,

and you reply:

I only share that with the one I am with.

Then I share my depths,

just because it's who I am

(and perhaps to tempt you to do the same).

You ask to hold my hand,

and I reply:

I only share that with the one I show my heart.

But I’ve shared with you my depths

and perhaps that is my heart,

so you take my hand—

and I wonder what I've given away.