“And when we fight, it feels like we are strangers or are we best friends that know each other too well; Incapable of hiding our flaws from each other?
Sometimes in my head we dance Other times we have not spoken in years living separate lives Parallel to each other but never crossing one another. When we dance in my head We are the couple that never fights We are the couple having A polite political discussion
at the breakfast table,
But in reality you never wake up early enough to eat breakfast. And it breaks my heart Something so mundane can become a love tragedy it becomes my pièce de résistance for the groundwork of this poem And you call me dramatic and I found you underwhelming But in reality We are the undisciplined couple
that eats cereal at lunch and rudely discuss how much we love each other at the dinner table Cause we always stay up late enough to forgive each other and start over.”
