Poker face

There was a time I told you,
             of all that ached inside,
             the things I held so sacred,
             to the whole I'd hide.

But they became your weapons,
            and slowly I have learnt,
            and less that is said the better,
            and lesser I'll be hurt.

Of all you've used against me,
            the worse has been my words.

There are things I'll never tell you,
            and it is sad to think it so,
            the more you come to know me -
            the lesser you will know.

- Lang Leav