you chew on your lips and
get gloss on your teeth (but
my eyeliner is partway down
my cheek so we are equal)

like does not attract like (the
rule of magnets, baby) but we
don't have analogous bits; we
are quite alike, scientifically

we both had XX tattooed in
us before birth and wore
pink dresses before we
were old enough to choose

soul mates are supposed
to compliment each other
perfectly: a lock and key,
not an identical image

you release all the restraints
holding me back and make
me f r e e and I like to think
I do the same to you

but between you and I,
we have two locks and
no key (and as magnets
we really should repel)

you and me don't fit
but I like it that way