Sigh

Every us;

Every me and every you.

All our lies;

our fights and our tantrums.

All the people;

The ones that say you're no good for me.

All the ones;

Who point out to me this isn't worth it.

It's not them;

It is me and you.

This is what we have created,

Our own little mess.

An entanglement we can't seem to free ourselves from.

But if I could tell you one thing;

It would be that I wouldn't rather be tangled with anyone else.

I could not give this up,

not in a millions years.