love takes a break
and you find yourself floating
in the sea of lukewarm water
called like.
you want to change her,
but just a little,
perhaps make a slight adjustment
in the way she wears
her hair, sleeps diagonally
in the queen sized bed,
and she wants to change you,
perhaps in the way you chew
with your mouth open,
and stare when a pretty
girl walks by.
it's annoying being together
twenty four seven, what
were we thinking,
but we're almost old,
so perhaps it's time to settle
and pretend that we just
don't care about snoring,
and seats up,
a the sink full of hair.
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