When we're young
We dream of Prince Charming
Or the glass tower princess
Of two lives meshing
Like two waves merging
With no opposition
Sliding together
Perfectly constructive
Instead we find all the ways
To rip each other apart
Perfectly destructive
With just the right amplitude
And just the wrong phase
Everything we thought we wanted
Coming together
Until one day we wake to find
There's no wave left at all