Sometimes She Does Not Believe Me

She says I am a liar She thinks I am a player That in her life I will make a Messi (mess) Like I am really a complete player So when I am talking The way she looks at me Her right palm on her cheek The elbow resting on her thigh Her big lovely eyes never blink Looking straight into my eyes Feeling her gaze in my mind Deciphering truth from a lie Then she twitches my forehead When she thinks something is amiss Just for me to repeat myself Then I twitch hers too- to use her brain She slaps me off the top of my head And twitch me thrice in row She will burst out of the house I know, she does not want to murder me She is prettier when she is mad Punching and kicking the punch bag outside She is the funniest creature in this world And she is really a joy of my life