we'll monogram our love on anything fathomable

count our taste buds and we'll have the same number
attuned to the same things

when my favourite colour is gray you'll always wear it
and when fuchsia, you try your best

we'll balance

you'll realise you were wrong
but i'll apologise
and be sorry

and lie on the lawn until the sprinklers come on

never sore from sleeping badly

and i'm always full of way too many ideals