The Outsider

You: Are you trying to blow a puff of good vibe into me?

Me: Kind of...

You (albeit sarcastically): You are so generous!

Let's admit that you're an outsider...

That you're a square peg and I'm a round hole.

No matter how much one tries to superimpose one onto the other, they won't fit!

Guess my puff of good vibe do you more harm than good!

For it exposes your crude, desolate temperament which you masquerade with subtle gentlemanliness...

Your corners sting me. Nor do you want your corners or edges to be smoothened...You like them sharp, intact!

Let's admit that I am contiguous and you are discrete...

That your favorite subjects are physics, maths, and chemistry.

Mine are well, physics, biology, and literature.

I am intrigued by your pragmatism... You diss me as delusional!

I call you prudence and you call me an embellishment.

You may call me an artifice, an unnecessary embellishment or whatever! But you would never call me by the names by which I want to be called!

You may decipher and dissect me into parts which I doubt if they are indeed mine. But you would never understand me the way I would want you to do so!

Don't talk to me of eternity when you hold no reverence for the perfect moments we had!

I agree that I have flaws...But you may be a little discreet about it...Your conspicuousness hurts me. 

Let's admit that you're an outsider...

And that your favorite subjects are physics, chemistry, and maths...

And mine are well...Physics, Biology, and Literature...