It feels like you don’t understand me,
or else you would read my words because you know how much they mean to me.
It’s like I’m sharing the inner workings of my mind with all of the universe
except for you.
So I’m holding on to the side of the boat,
feet dragging in the water,
wondering if I should stay along for the ride
or just go swimming.
Because while you adore me,
and your kisses are sweet,
they are not understanding.
Anyone can kiss me, my dear.
But not everyone can understand.
And I don’t want to be trapped on a boat
if it’s the ocean that makes me feel free.