Misfortune litters my mind as I read

I continue to look at it, however, trying to probe and analyze

Suddenly, self doubt. Am I the intended audience?

I pause for a moment, unsure, then continue on. 

Is it really true, could it possibly mean; this or that?

I take a step back, this is only what it means to you.

I take a step forward, this is only what it means to you.

I continue to analyze despite my best efforts

my brain sabotaging my intentions. I ponder for a second

what exactly this could all mean, then I realize I'm reading too closely

or am I? This all applies to you, and to me.

Maybe what I didn't understand about you I will now.

Maybe everything I understood about you I won't anymore.

I can't continue to look at this, every time I read another word

the thoughts in my head slip away from me and I go deeper and 

deeper into the thoughts in your head

but I'm not sure I understand so I try to go a little deeper

this is the only privacy you have left, and here I am trying

to invade it, if what I read is true then you're just as clueless as I am. 

Is it worth it to keep on going just to understand you,

or do I really want to understand you at all anyways?

I finish reading your statements and I'm filled with a sorrow and emptiness

is this what art is? Is this the proper response?

I can't tell anymore, but does it matter if I can tell anymore?

I am not the only singular person anymore because you opened up your mind

I can't be the only one who thinks like I do because you just thought like I do.

I've never felt alone before but now I feel like I should have felt alone because

I never knew anyone thought like I did

and you surprise me with every word, just like I surprise myself.

As if life wasn't a beautiful thing before

as if I wasn't misunderstood before

as if I had all the answers by myself

as if my pride hadn't allowed me to tell anyone what I thought.

I'm not a singular man anymore. I'm a human now. 

Everything makes sense and it's all clicking into place.

Now I just need to keep toe to toe with you and keep pace.

My mind is no longer my home base, because I no longer need 

to phone home when I need to think, I can just use you as a satellite

to bounce my ideas off of and have you tell them to me in a plain

and organized fashion because everything I say is just a jumble of words but everytime you open your mouth an eloquent and well constructed phrase comes out that means more than I could ever say and every word I try to put into your mouth you spit out in beautiful poetry and every word you speak to me resonates so clearly it's like a bell chiming in the wind the sound so beautiful because you know and understand at last that there's something invisible between you and I that makes it so right just to let everything come out in an organized fashion and no one can take that away.