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when i am drunk, she drives
what i demand, she supplies

At times
we secretly cry listening to the same song
and still pretend to not get along

i choke, when she smokes
she pays, when i am broke

Sometimes
we take each other's arse
and then casually mention that, " this too shall pass"

when i abuse, she ignores
what i ignore, she adores

There are days
when we talk only with our middle fingers
And act like we'd act with total strangers.

i pick what she drops
she runs while I hop.

Often
we become each other's blessing in disguise
she is a spoonful of truth in my bowl full of lies.

when she asks, i oblige
while i die, she survives