You're So Frustrating.

There's always something—
Either your talent or your arrogance,
Your laugh
Or your smile,
Filling a gap that only comes from wanting
All that I can't have.
There's always something—
Your resentment and bitterness,
Grudges that should have been long forgotten,
And an unwillingness to rebuild
A broken friendship.
So many things about
Breathing the same air,
And even existing in this world
Come as such a shock,
And sit, rotting—
An enigma waiting to be understood.