we.

June 26, 2017

an archived poem and an archived feeling from june 2016 

 

 

you complement me. 
we are the two that add up to 90

 

degrees.
we disagree over big things like which side of the country to live on 
we agree over the things that matter like 
should we get pizza

 

tonight?
like all nights. we get in bed and shuffle around until our bodies know we’re

 

home,
is something we don’t know yet. we’re trying to build our palace dome. we’re dreaming of rooms and chairs that we do not

 

own.
we crawl back into a destructive pattern of you belong to me I belong to you only you only you only

 

I just know. 
that one day it’s going to be

 

we. 
you 
and me.

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