Understand
Understanding you is like swimming to the bottom of the ocean. I think I've reached the bottom, but suddenly it seems to have become even farther away. Then I swim even deeper and I seem to have reached the ocean floor, but before I can touch the floor, I have drowned.
It's frustrating, I know, to come so close to what you want, yet are unable to acquire it. I tell you this everyday, yet you refuse to help me to understand you.
"If you can't understand me, then you don't truly love me," you say. It hurts when you say that. So much that my chest feels like it's about to burst.
So just help me out. I want to understand everything about you. What makes you tick, what makes you smile, laugh, or even cry . . . What made you to drive drunk that night. If only I had understood! If only, then maybe, maybe you would still be here today.
