she can never be.

she can never be what i want her to be.
meaning this.
why is it that one day she is so understanding of how my mood changes so crazy,
but the next day she cant understand?

she can never understand where i come from,
she says i understand now that you explain it.
how many times do i have to explain it to you?

she can never give me what i need as a friend,
if,
she is constantly makin shit bigger than what it really is.
takin words out of context,
before thinking,
she never thinks before she speaks.
and wonders why i brush her off,
every chance i can.

she can never.
admit to herself how happy she is when she is with me,
how she admits once that,
she could see herself comin home to me.
but what she seeks i cannot give.
she seeks security.
she can never understand that,
security lies within herself,
and its not something man or woman can give her.

she can never be me,
because if she could,
she couldnt do you like i do.
she could never understand your moments of affection.

they can never be,
what your searchin for if,
you cannot understand what you are searchin for.

she can never be understanding,
and not always thinkin tough love is the best medicine.
she can never realize that this tough love,
makes me feel like shit each passin of the moment.
she can never understand that,
when im depressed,
the world looks grim,
and i cant think or feel.
she can never understand that sometimes i do beat myself up,
and i dont do it on purpose.
she can never understand that,
when you have a thousand armies against you,
but one peace maker,
that its harder to accept that peace maker.

she can never make me feel whole,
because in fact,
neither one of us is whole.

she can never be.
enough said.