I hate when he looks at me
with those glimmering puppy dog eyes
and asks
"Do you think I don't understand you?"

I don't understand the question
let alone myself so
how in the world-- in the
solar system-- in the
ever expanding SPACE
could YOU understand me??

I know I'm not special--
you seem to think I am
there ALREADY is
a misunderstanding

just because you
"Know" I've been hurt
you Can't imagine the
third degree burns in the
tubes of my brain
in the arteries trying to
carry information they cannot
convey

I don't need your love or
your folly
I already stitched up
my cracks with cement
and your sentiments are
nice but you would ask me
Where you went wrong
if I ever told you this
so sorry I won't say yes
or no
just that I don't understand the question