Poetry by Ynab

We Cool?

I smile at you.

You stare back, looking confused.

Why am i even being nice?

I thought we were fighting.

don't forget i always try,

try to do what is right for us both.

You have me at the palm of your hand

and i have you round my lil finger.

Take me to the sun, moon and stars,

or else we will have nothing more to talk about.

We fight, we hate,

but between you and i, we know we need each other,

so, no matter what,

I know that we are gonna bury the hatchet.

It's gonna be okay,

we are gonna be alright.

I love you too much to let go,

you love me too much to forget us.

Thats why we will always be okay.

so,

we cool, right?