The winner of the argument
Is probably
The one who does not want to argue

I was born in Massachusetts
But you put the Boston in me
Adventures by land and by sea
You’ve been gone a while
But the Boston in me
Will always be

It will be the easy way
Or the hard way
So simple
Yet so complicated

It was something that was meant to be
You being you, and I being me
Supposed to be temporary
But lingering
Relentlessly

Young me and young you
Looking at your dad’s
***** mags

Pictures of oral ***
We both said “EW!”
EMPHATICALLY
“That’s something I will never do”
Call it rich or call it cheap
There’s a word I didn’t keep

Better than who she was willing to see
She might have been you
She might have been me

Lonely while surrounded
Sometimes
Wishing for the match
Rhythm to my rhyme
Desperation
Maybe
But not enough to settle for just
Anybody
There’s a certain
Specifically
Beat to me
The rhythm
Maybe only he can see
Whoever he is
To dance with me