This is a poem about how I take things literally and believe what everybody says and does is true and they don’t have a hidden agenda or are just being polite and don’t really mean it. Being on the autistic spectrum makes it very difficult to interpret when people are being honest and real and when they are not. I hope you like it.
Andy
I believe you
When I look in your face
And see the happy smile
Emanating from it
I believe you
When you tell me you’re
Happy to see me
In an excited tone
I believe you
When you hug me tightly
Around my waist
And squeeze me warmly
I believe you
I believe everything you say to me
Everything you do to me
I take literally
I believe you
Because I know no other way
And whether you truly mean it or not
I still believe you
The Autistic FellRunner 
I think this is great, Andy…..it does that difficult thing of stripping back to the basics. That’s something I can’t manage. It’ll go well at open mics, too.!
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Thanks for the great comment John. Coming from a poet of your standing it means a lot. This is just how I write naturally. Don’t know how or why I do but I do and it’s so lovely to hear that people like it.
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