I wake up in the iridescence honesty of yours as you swift through the morning chores and grapple threads of broken promises. As the mask of perfection disintegrates to brutal honesty containing a pile of imperfections and almost-there's, the flakes of your concealer begin to fall.
That's when you get to know someone. A cup of coffee with two cubes of sugar and a few moments of peace. We laughed. You and I, we laughed and laughed and laughed. For where else is there peace.
