This poem doesn't feel finished yet, although I've got nothing to add at the moment.

We can’t leave the past alone,
But still progress,
Have we any traces of who we used to be?
Untied all the knots to each other,
I can’t unfasten myself from you,
I’m tired of giving and not getting back
Impossible to ascertain how far your feelings extend,
Our faces grinning at one another,
Weightless inclination in my chest,
I reel and refrain, from what my body begs me to do,
instead I wait for you to move,
at this rate, we are travelling nowhere,
but safely where we can be upheld,
and composure comes easily.
My absent mind betrays me to amuse you,
As long as I make you laugh,
I’ll be the object of ridicule.

Always a little too honest,
Far too eager to share,
A desire to please you,
Overrides my obstinacy.