The truth is
Both of us
Make a "we"
I don't know
if you know
Or I know
how to be

We're both
elementary
in understanding
each other
We're both
angry at the other
For not understanding
ourselves

We're both wickedly
self righteous
when seldom
right

And all
we seem
to do
is fight

About the same things
different days
different words
different ways

Not knowing
what to keep
or what
to throw away
What to say
or not
to say

Different expressions
of love
hate
and heartache

Different versions
of the same mistake

Different eyes
Different lives
intertwined
Me in yours
You in mine

A salad
Not
a melting pot

A mixture
of two people
Is what
we've got

And neither
loves
the other
less
Just different
ways
that we
express

But sometimes
we lose sight
of differences
And wonder
if love
This really
is

Ironically
while wondering
how much
the other
cares
we prove it
by continuing
to simply
be there