The strange realisation where your dissertation about the environement subtly tells more about your sex life than your Tumblr.
As soon as the
“Couples rating (52)”
Shows up you know you’re in for it.
“And further dates”
From June, it’s the inevitable unknown.
You long for the last text,
Although you still let the cursor blink coy.
They’re not friends anymore they’re the other couple who you double date
And it’s playing house with only
I like this, situation we’re in.
Chalk and cheese they say but we’re all just minerals, eh?