the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets

halfway land

we never do things halfway

when we love, we really love

and when we fight, we really fight

we charge at top speed into life's battles

and the world thinks we're fearless for it

but really we're just trying to get the war over with

as fast as we possibly can

we're just scared, honestly

two kids playing 'house'

pretending to be grown-ups

(we're probably the worst adults on the planet)

but hey, at least we're trying!

it's just hard

we have trouble coexisting

because we're two entirely different solar systems

trying to revolve around the same star,

trying to exist in the same location of space--

we're bound to collide sometimes, it's inevitable

but it's not like harmony is impossible,

because in all our differences we work so well.

it's almost perfect, the way we are.

instead of being two halves that form one--

we're two wholes that function individually...

but together.

yeah, you like to give me the silent treatment when you know how much i hate it

and yeah, i'm overly sarcastic when it's no longer funny and i say the absolute meanest things

because my mouth is always two steps ahead of my mind--

we both get off on getting under each others skin.

but you also know that i crave human contact

and i know you crave beautiful words and charming sentences,

and we're both completely capable of giving each other that.

even at our worst, we're still better than most people's best.