Closed Book

I don't understand you.
I don't "get" you.

we can get along
we can talk
we can laugh
we can hug
we can cry
but do we understand each other?

you say I can read you
like a book
but I can only gather so much.
I miss a lot
because I can't read between the lines.
I can't read the fine print.
and sometimes
you close the book to me.
sometimes
I feel like I'm back in fourth grade
trying to find out what's wrong
only to find that they're ignoring me.
are you?

I find myself looking
at that danged buffalo on your back
more than I see your ever-loving face.
why?


-I know I read into things way too much and that she's probably just stressed and frustrated and doesn't realize that she seems to be avoiding me, but I still hurt. You know?-

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