torstai 5. toukokuuta 2011

Platonic love

The inseams of our relationship,
the victories we go through in our discussions,
and yet we achieve nothing.
We are each others' heroes,
the greatest critics.
Pale lattes in cozy cafés,
dissenting opinions in my toilet seat.
I flush them down,
and so you keep me sane.

Your hatred for my ignorance,
the way I'm not aware.
Our procrastination,
measured in long leaps,
the ones we take when we grasp for air
so we wouldn't be late.

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