There are many things I never learnt, so much more that I cannot comprehend. Like why your face lights up when you see me, yet your words don’t match your moves. Why does it take a piece of rock 200 years to travel from the moon to the earth? But only a foolish minute for me to decide that ‘it’ was you. I cannot comprehend how out of 9 billion people I should have chosen you, yet, even more, incomprehensible why you should have chosen me too.
I cannot believe how many stars fill the skies and why the moon has no light of her own. I cannot understand why the sun so bright chooses to shine on the kind and the wicked. I cannot understand why my smile lifts others, yet crushes my spirit. I do not know how a person unrelenting repeats foolish behavior twice. I have never accepted that they should engage in it thrice. There are many things I do not understand; the shape of raindrops and the delicate nature of a snowflake. Or the logic and reasoning why toast will always fall on her buttered face.
I do not accept I’m an empath carrying the weight of the world on her arms. I only acknowledge that my history is written like ink stains on those same arms. I don’t know why you call me and tell me things I will never believe. I cannot stand when she tells me, stupid things she already said last week. I do not know why the silence speaks more volumes than a rowdy room. I don’t know when I found that solitude was more attractive than empty words and lying tongues. There are many things I have never learnt even more that I cannot comprehend. The end of me, the beginning of you, where they intertwine and the tale they will never write.