I’ve talked about the difference,
and talked about the time.
I’m irked by your indifference,
your unintelligible mime.
But I can wait, a hundred years,
Until you deign to see,
Despite my ordinary tears,
My life is you and me.
We’ve trundled through our favourite songs,
our favourite food and drink,
and somehow realized down along,
how similar we think.
And I see this as our problem now,
we meet where we diverge ,
our ‘like’ poles repel somehow,
fighting to emerge.
And that’s okay, I’ll compromise,
they say that love must hurt,
and this is love in disguise,
this wallowing in dirt.
Just don’t let me act the fool,
my Achilles heel is me,
no exception to your rule,
until you set me free.