We both let down our walls.
We talked, I talked, you watched.
We stared at the trees and watched them breathe.
We moved from one room to another.
We stared into each other's eyes and saw the universe.
The stars had aligned.
Everything felt slow motion until the dawn hit.
Then sleep felt like it needed to happen.
We slowly left each other's gaze of happiness.
Drifted off into the sea of dreams.
Remembering what we had just seen.

You tell me I'm not putting in effort.
You tell me I don't care.
You tell me to pay more attention.
You tell me you don't care.

I think I'm trying, only to be told I'm not.
I'm so confused, that I think I must be shot.
What does trying look like?
You say I'm cold.
You say I must think of you as a means to an end.

You say I need to be edgier and not act like a wimp.
Yet things are so messed up I don't even feel that.
So many different messages coming through.
What am I supposed to do?

I read and I learn.
Nothing helps.
Cold and silent.
That's what I'll do.

Social situations are awkward at best.
I stand and listen, I don't know what to say or do.
I try my best to be receptive.
But some screws are loose.
You want me to talk about things?
Where do I start?
What do I say?
I try my best to remember everything you say.
Argue, bicker, fight.
Same conversation
I try my best
I try