miss misunderstood

i always knew

from the beginning

that the words

and the picture

they painted

of your image

had leaks

and holes.

subtle grammatical errors.

—

i refused to believe

what they told me

when you first

caught my attention.

—

never judge a book

by its cover

is something

i understood.

cuz i know all about 

being misunderstood.

—

see,

i could never believe

the stories they tell.

there’s too much beauty

when darkness

overshadows

what really is.

—

and maybe

parts of the story

are true.

maybe

many things

can exist at once.

—

but ordinary tales

get confused

by the discrepancies.

the little moments

where truth

reveals itself

through action.

—

because actions

tell stories.

words

really mean little.

—

until you realize

they never saw you.

only a projection

of what they thought

you were.

—

no emotional intelligence.

no ability

to perceive.

—

then i looked closer.

—

and i started

to understand.

—

the questions.

the details.

the attention.

the things

most people miss.

—

and maybe

that’s the strangest part.

—

i thought

understanding you

would make the feeling

smaller.

—

instead,

it made it real.

—

i don’t miss

what i imagined.

—

i like

what i understand.

—

your presence.

your curiosity.

the person

behind the misunderstanding.

—

miss misunderstood.

—

i finally understand.

and now i know

why i keep thinking

about you.

— Mr. Mak


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