We don’t share a birthday,
It’s too cliché,
We don’t share sunshine or rainbows,
But we share eccentricities.
We don’t share stationary,
It’s too personal.
We look at the world differently,
We don’t share ugliness,
It defines us.
What we do share becomes irrelevant,
What we do not, the point of contention.
The how’s, what’s and Why’s,
Putting us in the same hemisphere,
We fight, we mock and we disappear,
Only with the belief that the familiarity,
Will keep us,
From negating each other.