Really?
Why don’t we just
Break it off?
This must be a test
Of endurance
Or self-sacrifice even.
We both don’t know
the waters around us
anymore.
There are no safe coves
or humble islands.
So we drown in the
fishbowl of our little whims
And tiny gripes.
That keeps us together.
I know that every-time
You get into bed,
You think
****
this guy,
again?
I hope he chokes
on a cheerio.”
And I’m thinking
****
this girl,
again?
Why can't it be socially acceptable
to **** someone
with a spoon?”
So why are we still here?
Why do we remain
When everything else has left
in boxes.
We eat our sorry cheerios in silence.
In bed
you keep mentioning a bowl,
that separates the milk
from the cheerios,
like I'm not good at code.
And I feel us growing closer
in scales.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Really?
Why don’t we just
Break it off?
This must be a test
Of endurance
Or self-sacrifice even.
We both don’t know
the waters around us
anymore.
There are no safe coves
or humble islands.
So we drown in the
fishbowl of our little whims
And tiny gripes.
That keeps us together.
I know that every-time
You get into bed,
You think
****
this guy,
again?
I hope he chokes
on a cheerio.”
And I’m thinking
****
this girl,
again?
Why can't it be socially acceptable
to **** someone
with a spoon?”
So why are we still here?
Why do we remain
When everything else has left
in boxes.
We eat our sorry cheerios in silence.
In bed
you keep mentioning a bowl,
that separates the milk
from the cheerios,
like I'm not good at code.
And I feel us growing closer
in scales.
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