It's just another argument. Another insignificant argument in your path through life. The boy you love stands in front of you pacing around the kitchen.

You begin to speak, voicing a concern that has haunted you for quite a while. Even though the words you speak make sense to you, they do not make sense to the boy.

Your vocabulary is muddled with poetic words and artistic phrases that prohibit you from conducting a normal sentence. No matter how hard you try, the words that leave your mouth are meant for paper and observation, not daily conversation.

" Am I really that good of a liar that you can't tell the difference between my real words and my strained ones? " You whisper to the boy in front of you.

He tugs at his hair and slams his palm against the wall.

" STOP SPEAKING IN RIDDLES AND POEMS THAT NO ONE CAN COMPREHEND! " he screams causing you flinch back from his form.

" Maybe it's just you who cannot comprehend the intricate words that are formed in my mind. I apologize for my words though I have no control over them. " you murmur.

" STOP THAT!!! " he screams once more, breaking down against the wall.

He clutches the kitchen counter and sobs softly with his head down.

" Why can't I understand you? " he whispers more to himself than anyone else.

" No one can understand me. My brain is a complicated landscape and only those who have traveled the terrain before could travel it again and find the true meaning in my words " you whisper weakly trying to simplify your words for the boy to understand but this proves difficult as the only words your brain can form are poetic in nature.

" Then help me travel the terrain of your mind, " he whimpers, gripping your shoulders and looking you in the eye.

You shake as you reach a hand up to stroke the beautiful boy's cheek. His pale skin is nearly like yours though you appear more translucent. His bright blue eyes stare into your muddled gray ones as wisps of his ebony black hair fall into his face. You brush them away.

" I love you, " you whisper, putting as much meaning behind the simplistic words as you possibly can.

" I love you too, " he murmurs, resting his forehead against your own.

Your lips connect softly, forming emotions that you cannot express so simply as he can. The kiss that you share is full of devotion and an insurmountable amount of love. You pull away.

You gulp slightly as your throat has now become dry and rough, similar to how sandpaper might feel. You shakily try to say something but your voice seems to stop you so you bury your head deep within the folds of his sweater.

" I'll help you travel the terrain of my mind if you promise to love me with as much passion as I love you, " you whisper.

" I promise, " he replies and for once, you believe those words despite the lies and deceit you've been given from other people after hearing the same words leave their mouths.

" Mine, " he murmurs.

" Yours, " you breathe.