Your words and actions don’t align confusing everyone with mixed signs , fallen out of line like your own silly language that no one can understand it’s only you and the air inside of the elastic band around my throat as I choke in my imagination waiting for you to make the call that will never come. I can’t understand your way of communication, kinda like the Paleolithic times. Your language doesn’t necessarily need to rhyme. Even if you taught me, I wouldn’t understand because it’s not a me and you land. Are you my best friend or are you just a stranger in sight waiting for a bus in a sketchy alleyway, although you’re not scared, even if I knew your special little language I wouldn’t be able to tell how your face relates to your emotion as I’m too shy to come up to you ask how you’re doing but not just that you keep to yourself don’t make a peep normally with their head down not listening and dazing off in your dream. am I in it I can’t even think straight when I’m with you, I feel safe, but why are you running away? it’s more like instead of being with me. You wanna get away from me, avoiding me. It makes me so mad the rage inside of me makes it hard to breathe. just wondering why.
