I love how you don’t get me.

We argue and soil ourselves with what we are made to accept in disbelief

By each other

In each other’s presence

We confuse our souls until we are lost into oblivion

I love how you don’t get me

While I explain myself to you, you’ve often made me rethink my entire existence

Scary as it is, you make me familiar with new instincts that are becoming mine

A new perspective to everything I see, you don’t simply own a pair of different lenses, but binoculars used from varied distances.

I love how you don’t get me

The way you misunderstand my expressions and worry you’ve upset me

The way you stare deep into my eyes, unraveling mysteries obvious to me

I love how you don’t get me

That way you really complete me

Chasing each other’s minds, you can never tire me

But somehow though familiar, you’re often a surprise to me

You speak a different language but you still don’t lie to me

You look at our disparity and heave a sigh to me

But love, you don’t get me

You still simply stare at me

Hoping to make up for all the jokes of mine you miss

Laughing at my slightly ridiculous mess

Uncomfortable and anxious to just interpret me

You fail to get that I love you because you don’t get me.