Life, Love, and Disaster

It is interesting. I am observant, but
but there is more. I feel, when
when things are wrong. Not right, and
and out of sorts.

I make logical connections, and
and I know the truth. I know, but
but you are in denial. You try to conceal, and
and almost always (no one person is perfect) fail.

My logic is near perfection, yet
yet and still you try to outsmart me. Oh,
Oh how it makes me tired. Not afraid. Weary.

I should feel easy. Easygoing and comfortable.

Trust will not build with continuous lies. Endless omissions. Constant Treachery.

I know this.