You say I'm a laid-back person.

One who goes with the flow.

I do, but...

You're the only one that makes me push against the current.

You're the only one who makes me feel like a paradox.

You make me irritated one minute, 

My heart fluttering the next.

Only you.

Why?

Why of all people do you have that power?

The power to make my day,

Or the power to destroy it.

The power to push my buttons,

And the power to fix it.

You make me confused;

I hate being confused.

I can't figure you out,

But I can't help but try.

You're like a puzzle:

Mysterious at first,

Becoming increasingly interesting,

Then you absorb me to that point

I begin to wonder:

Should I keep trying to fit more pieces together,

Or should I call it quits?

We are both puzzles,

But why do I feel like you don't want to fit the pieces together no matter how hard I try?

What if this puzzle is never solved?

What if my puzzle has a missing piece

But yours has an extra that doesn't fit with mine?

What if that piece belongs to a different puzzle you want to solve?

What about my missing piece?

Only you make me this conflicted.

Only you make me wonder why I'm still working towards a solution.

Only you.

©June 2018