maybe we don't compliment each other as much
as I'd like to think.
we've always had problems, aggravated each other
too much- I'm so sentimental and can't quite
get across what I want to say perfectly,
and you are picky when it comes to a lot of things
so when, not if, I ******* my wording up, you'd
take it the wrong way,
and it hurt me I couldn't let you understand
but we've had brilliant moments, remember those?
we've gotten closer to the ideal wavelength,
we've been utterly in sync,
with just a few mistakes,
and we danced,
or that time when we figured out why
it hadn't worked before
and when I stopped telling you to sit down
and when you read the poem I wrote you without telling me
(the expression on your face was worth the anxiety giving it to you)
do you remember when we fell asleep on the couch together?
all those times I held your hand?
do you remember the look in our eyes when
we decided to let each other fly?
and though we'll never be perfect,
for you, I'm willing to try.