Sta.sh
not everything will be beautiful.
we, us, you and me, they won't be simple terms
but more like impossible math problems where
x= you and y= me,
z is all the times i have to derail a train
of thought, m is the number of times
i wish you were my last first kiss
and we'll throw n in there as that one
variable we don't fucking know
that keeps us from equaling us.
we'll end up making a very dangerous alphabet soup,
but leave out the vowels, they always tasted rather bitter
when we were children and i doubt that will change
in any future. i'll tell you a secret,
happiness can be a rather deceptive bitch,
especially when we become math problems,
statistics, numbers. but secrets, they fall
on deaf ears because you never listen,
and you never change
so i'll just sit here and paint my toes
various bright colors you always hated
while you learn the names of girls in movies
and business management, but don't worry,
i'll still be here when you get home,
well. maybe. we haven't happened yet,
remember?
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