I wondered what was going through your mind.
As you brought your hand to my face.
I wondered what it would be like, if you could just ask.
Maybe you could ask me to help you take your belt off backwards.
Sometimes, I just don't understand the cues you show.
But I forgive you before and after every fit you throw.
Many think that you're defective,
But I don't know what they're expecting...
You were just built with a beauty that most don't understand.
Even I don't understand you sometimes.
And I can't feel the pain you have inside.
I can try express to you that you hurt me, with your hand.
But, like me, you don't seem to understand.
It's like a language barrier has been built by some force out of our hands.
That blocks our minds from understanding each others pain and plans.
But even though I don't quite get every thing you do.
Like hitting me accidentally while you're twirling your shoes.
Or Pulling out my hair, when there's just nothing else to do...
I know that I'll always be here for you,
I will not walk out or ever give up on you,
I have a love for you that goes the deepest in my heart,
and I don't have to understand it for it's been there from the start.
It's ever growing, every day it's stronger than I can bear,
And Typical and Autistic do not hold a meaning there.