Mutual Futility
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Perfection, darling?
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Night is never quite black
You’re never quite perfect
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But, neither am I
So why do you insist on
Holding me to a gold standard?
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Our nights aren’t ever that velvet
You know gray shades suit us both
Even if red always seems
To be a better
Color.
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Don’t scream at the dark
We’ve both lived it
Half of our lives.
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We’ve both slashed deep
Longing for that lonely sleep
Finding mutual futility
In each other
Finally.
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Hold yourself in my eyes
Embrace your imperfections
I do.
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You, me, we’re prisms
Refracting the other’s pain
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Perfectly, darling.
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