I don’t understand you at all

I don’t know why you do the things you do.  When you say these things to me, I don’t know what you mean.  I don’t know what you’re thinking… ever.  I don’t know how to take you, or how to interpret.

So I’m not and I don’t. 
I”m confused and bewildered and a little bit on edge and slightly anxious… always.

Does that make things easier or harder?

The thing is, when you kiss me, I don’t think about any of this.

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About SleepieBear

Opinions are my own. Facts are poorly checked. (Unless cited.) Use your brains.
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