You don't get it. You don't understand. I'm supposed to be past this point. I'm supposed to be past this land. We haven't spoken in ages, but it still feels like its the early stages. I'm in remission, but out of comission for anyone else. I want it to be me, be me that you see, touch, hear. I want it to be me. But instead I'm here, your still there. The great divide is around us everwhere. I'm supposed to be gone. My feelings should be wan. But no!!! You still fill me. Every hole is contained with you. Every piece held together with your glue. But you don't get it! I still care, more than I can bear. I love you. You don't get it! You can be so dumb, and your cold heart can make me numb. I don't care. You don't get it! Your look makes my stomache turn like a book. Your smile makes life worthwhile. You make me rhyme like I do it all the time. You don't get it! I am never happy, unless I'm with you. I love you.