A/N: I know, I'm about to subject you to something I haven't forced on anyone in a long time - my poetry.
With that comes all the mismanaged rhyme schemes that devolve at a whim (like this one!) but I swear it's April/Andy I'm talking about here. Anyways, remember that you can hit me up with requests/prompts on tumblr or leave feedback/review/comment/whatever wherever you can get your hands on an inbox!
Some things fit just right
A glove for two
I'm no object but it's okay
We've been through more than I can say
Glass pane, colored bright
Reds – blues for you
Insincere too
Some say we're lost with no clear way
Who cares; we know right-
From wrong, it's easy
You – me – that's right
Everything else is just dead weight
Nothing, no life, not our branded fate
Fuck metaphors – sleazy
Not in the right way, either
It's all a mess – but we're a mess
I'm okay with a mess
Tell me, just whisper it –
Are you okay with this mess?
Me, that is?
I know I'm a mess, but we're – together –
We're a controlled chaos
And I can't stop looking at it
You're that whirlwind picking up speed
Taking off with all of these shitty analogues
Taking off with me
Leaving behind me, you
We're left behind with "us"
And I kinda like it
