The closest in which
We could get to each other
Is still so far away.
We are the perfect example
Of the fact that better
Isn't always enough.
Around you, the closest
I could get to perfection
Is ninety-nine percent.
Around me, you get no closer
To compliments than indifference.
It's pathetic, it's a sorry sight
That we can barely force ourselves
To reach the minimum
While in the other's presence.
It is a struggle to remain
Afloat in the other's ocean.
And is naught we can do
To change that.