We are not a love song.
We are not the pillar of unity we pretend to be.
We are hours of silent pleading, drowned out by the static of the television set.
We are a wedding portrait being eaten alive by a sea of flames.
We are a house full of endless disasters and a sink perpetually overflowing with dishes.
We are a myriad of desperate hopes, piled high to the ceiling, never being fulfilled.
We are hours of invisible needs, consistently losing to the other’s screen.
We are hurt and angry.
We are never going to change
We are used to being last.
We will always be together.