All that Matters...

I hate it that you read my mind.
I hate it that you know me so well.
I hate it when you say never mind,
When I know in your head, there's hell.

I hate it when we fight,
And in silence, go on with our work.
It takes me all my might,
To not shriek or yell.

I hate it when you do not call,
Or even message at all.
But then you smile that smile,
And well, then it's worth the momentary fall.

I hope you know what you mean.
People may question it and even wonder.
But for us, it is simple,
So don't think and don't ponder.

All that matters is that you care,
Without conditions unfair.
I can cry or whine, or just stay quiet.
You can rant or yell, or despair at everything in sight.
It is these small things that matter,
Our fights and our weird banter.
Inexplicable as it may be,
It works and sometimes amazes me.
I don't need a label or a justification,
I have what I need,
And that is enough of a relation.