She is not a high school mistake,
my 'everything in common' or
my 'nothing at all.' I've grown,
a bit. Realized there is no center
where x and y meet in a fairytale
have children, live happily.
And even after this, I am mostly
glee. Mostly. She can be tough
and sometimes ice, but my words
run a tad frosty at times,
but cold mistakes can be made,
and slept on bitterly, divided
by that stale space separating
our two bodies, but Mostly
we are twined,
however, if not for the twists;
the frown-causing melodramas,
we would be somehow less.
**Not quite sure if I like this one the way it is or not.
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