Clash of the...Something

I’m so tired of clashing.  When two people are too much the same, they are in constant battle of thought and expression.  I’m sick of you thinking things that aren’t true just because that’s the way you understand them.  I need my balance.  I need my equal.  But for now, you’re all I have.  Sometimes I wish you could read my mind.  Just to understand what exactly it is I feel so I don’t have to tell you, so I don’t have to lie.  But you don’t and that’s okay.  I’m just gonna have to grin and bare it.  I’m going to have to pretend you can be a temporary him.  I know the truth.  I know reality and it hurts.  It hurts that all I get are phone calls.  It hurts that I can’t stay up late and just…be.  I’m forced to lay awake with my thoughts, because I have no one to share the silence with.  If I fall silent, most of the time I don’t wanna talk about it.  I just wanna sit here and think, sit here and leaf through my bran in search of that one thing that will allow everything to make sense.  Sometimes I just wish you could read my silence.  I wish you didn’t ask questions.  I wish you didn’t pry.  The one thing I need more than anything, is for you to try and be him.  That way I could miss him less.