An Exchange

We've just met. 

And it's wobbly.

Uneasy.

Trying to get it's footing. 

Hauling an anchor off. 

To make a match, 

I must go down 

or you must come up. 

Maybe I must come up  

and you must go down. 

Sticky sweet harmony. 

And it's nice to go up. 

Literally uplifting. 

To go down 

is to forgo. 

If I refuse 

or if you refuse, 

discord strikes 

and sends us miles apart. 

Pop out. 

Sometimes that's where I need to be. 

Sometimes you need to be over there. 

I'm learning to hold my tune. 

You can match it. 

Or lose it. 

self love

◄ live for my applause

11/28/17 ►

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