our personal misconceptions

you
are
beautiful

for some reason I expected you to not know that. how do you exist, with our similarities, and not want me? how can you sit there so calmly and say you're not interested? we don't see the same things, and that's why I like you. you're clever and funny and slightly acidic. my blood remembers to flow and my heart wakes up and pumps and sometimes I'm taken aback but I never wish I was somewhere else when we're together.

who the hell talks to me like you do and doesn't want me? no one has ever casually mentioned sex so many times without wanting to have it. I feel physically pushed anytime you say something with matter-of-fact flirtation. you don't filter. you're like me. but you're not.
maybe we're too alike in some ways because you want someone more feminine but I'm content with your androgyny. well, you're a man and I couldn't mistake you for anything else. I don't feel more masculine than you are. I feel pretty equal, but I guess that's what you mean. why would you want some wilting flower to protect?
and what did you mean -- you wouldn't know what to do with me?
I will not change for you because I wouldn't want someone changing for me. and you said you didn't want that anyway. I just ponder these criteria and continue to think, "how could someone so right for me find me so wrong for them?"