My insignificant other, you repressed emotion so you wouldn’t hurt me. And I tried to find out why so we could have each other, but you thought of inconvenience and relished instead the distance.
I felt the lack of heart. I felt our skies turn grey, the wind picked up, the temperatures drop. Should we go inside, sweet bride? But you preferred this outcast vision to warmth around a cloistered kitchen.
But to you it was fine! All my substitutes were lined up on devices, though I was left cold and spineless. So it didn’t matter our thermostat was high. Your pursuits were not forlorn. To you, the skies were clear and sunny. But I was left to be alone.
So I repress emotions too. And it got old consoling you for disappointing me. At least, I shouldn’t say so. For it is present in me, but how to tell you any longer, I would not. I guess I know we are now each, to each other, our insignificant other.
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