A Dark Strand

I know you think you listened carefully
When I explained my feelings, but you heard
Just part of what I said: maybe a third,
Maybe a little more. Don't yell at me;
Don't bother. Let's just say we disagree
And let it pass for now. The line is blurred
Between the raw thought and the spoken word,
A problem I was hoping you could see.

I never claimed you represent the night,
I did not ever say you were not fair,
I said nothing about my black despair.
You stood against the window, and the light
Shone through the shadowed strands of your dark hair,
And I don't think you understood me right.