Neurodivergent Bop

eyes don’t really soften, though poets wish they would

they remain same spheres of gel, just hiding new intentions

words don’t alter either, letters stay arranged

yet with a tone, a lilt, a breath, the message spins and twists

I do not see your softening eyes, I do not hear your meaning

I only see you only as you are, hear only what you’re saying

I can’t decrypt your messages; I do not have the key

confusion then, from you, from me

confusion reigns in silence

I drop your cues unknowingly

you keep your expectations

I’m failing you, you’re failing me

you see my faults as cruelty

I see you only as you are

I hear you just as clearly

I can’t decrypt your messages; I do not have the key

I can’t read hurt in posture, though poets say I can

bones are still bones, skin is still skin

you are still precious to me

whatever else you try to mean, whatever you’re transmitting,

you’ll still be only you to me

enough, and never enough

I can’t decrypt your messages; I do not have the key