Imperfect Notions

you sang in melodies i couldnt hear
painted in colors i couldnt see
i thought you were quiet
i thought you were black and white

you walked so far ahead you lapped me
i thought you were behind as i strolled along
believing i was better
and yet your stories told me you could not be behind
you had always been miles ahead

you traced words into the air that i couldnt read
i couldnt read your lips
or your expressions
or what it meant when you moved your hands through your hair
were you nervous
were you stressed
were you just concerned with the tangles of your hair resting more imperfectly

i thought you were inconsistent
when you were the solid one and the ground beneath my feet shook
you are not what i thought you were
you are better
such a shame i thought i was


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