How did we go from rushing home from work and class
And canceling plans for me-and-you,
And ice cream on a Sunday night
Past bedtime. To "too serious". What is so serious
about falling and love anyway?
I'm fed up with too-far-in-between. I'm tired of
Heart-on-my-sleve, it works so much better
When it's take-it-or-leave-it. But I'm not nearly
Over feeling sorry-for-myself. Can you blame me?
I've got a glass of wine and some DVR to keep my company.
And a poem I wrote for you, that I can't share.
I guess I deserved it after all. I guess I can't complain.
But I will.
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