the end is very fucking nigh

what tragic misunderstandings have transpired
such muddy messages traveled through these wires
two ships passing in the night -
well, i guess, didn't your parents name you just right?

i doubt at your birth they recognized what could be ...
a possibility perhaps that they made you for me
and mine me for you
on a christmas so blue

perhaps the stars(!) forgot to make something that fit,
so a year later they had to backtrack to make up for it.
sadly, they also forgot what was what and who was who
so they made me imperfect enough to not quite complement you

so on that fateful christmas day
they threw a spoon my parents' way
or perhaps it was the clumsy stork
that merely overlooked your need for a fork

so may we not nestle safely in a darkened drawer?
stir each others' coffee? get bent together on a kitchen floor?
but do not let my confusion anger you,
would you rather nothing over all this ado?
let's just keep shooting these criss-cross'd arrows that never strike
to leave some literary glamour in our strife