In the grand scheme of your life I am but a hiccup,
a stray white hair on a black cardigan
standing out for all to see.
I am a wrinkle in your perfectly pressed blouse,
annoying only when noticed by you,
but almost completely invisible to everyone else.
And that is what I am,
an annoyance to only you.
We are the same, you and I,
like magnets of the same pole,
and maybe that’s why you push me away,
but I’ll change if it means I can be closer to you.