She can’t get anything through her thick skull
She argues for the sake of arguing
Either she’s right or she’s right
She’s a brick wall
No reasoning with her
I express my feelings and she deflects them
She’s a mirror that splits light into small fragments
Breaking them apart and scattering them
Her and I are alike
We see ourselves in each-other
So we repel
We’re on two different planes
But are still being drawn further apart
She loves sweets but couldn’t be more sour
I suppose I am the same way