You're someone who doesn't see the point
in unclothing the universe
or in thinking too hard about examining things
or in crying or in poetry or in love.
You're someone who doesn't love me
and doesn't work well with me
and has a beautiful voice but doesn't use it.
You're someone who doesn't value the same
things as me- you're unlike anyone I've ever met,
and I'm fighting my feelings every day
and trying to give up and lay down my heart,
but no matter how hard I look away,
every single face looks like you.