You are so neutral to me.
When I think of you, I notice that thought and return to my breath.
Let’s acknowledge life’s misery together!
Go your separate path with me?
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Adore you/abhor you, both are true.
Let’s sit in discomfort and notice things.
Make compassionate detachment alongside me.
We’d make a great pair of completely separate individuals.