lost in translation

Your head is up in the clouds, think you have a bird's eye view but really you're stuck on cloud nine; blissful ignorance to you.

you don't twist words you rewrite them, so desperate to avoid the actual reality of what is said.

I say blue, you hear red,

I say left, you hear right,

I say stop, you hear go.

every conversation with you is nothing but a game of telephone; a game for you to put words in my mouth in order to ignore me.

every boundary I set, you take as a challenge of how to bulldoze it down; take my body, mind, and spirit as something for you to trespass on.

every wall I put up to keep you out you dig under my skin to get through to the inside.

every attempt to communicate the point is just another drive around the roundabout.

I have realized now, that not every time does my side of the story need to be heard or understood. Nothing but wasted time trying to be heard by those married to the commitment of misunderstanding.