Farce

Every time I speak to you, it's a different side of you that trickles down from the wall you've built. The wall that doesn't allow me to look through, but I very well know what lies behind. For everytime that you push me away, my curiosity brings me closer to you. For everytime you say something I don't understand, makes way for me understanding who you are. It's a mystery to me how people fall out of love. The actions they once found adorable, turn into abominable factions of their reality. The face they admired, the depiction of the cell they're locked in. It's a mystery because everytime I look at you, I fall in love with your smile, over and over again. For everytime I see how miserable you are at something, it makes me feel, maybe annoyance, for a speck, but that feeling is only there because of love. Everytime you get angry, I fall in love with your sensitivity, and everytime you're jealous, I can't help falling for your insecurity​. Maybe