Well, there isn't much to say about this one. It's right what it says on the tin. An elaborate proposition for potential cohabitation to my best friend. Featuring five years worth of inside jokes that you may or may not get.
It isn’t that I never
lied
Never spouted facts
and figures unverified
To impress you,
proselytize you
Opinions too many,
confessions too few.
It isn’t that you
never cried
Hurled accusations,
indictments unjustified
To convert me,
evangelize me
Passions so many,
compromise an enemy.
But then, we’ve never
needed perfection
Kicking and
screaming, we agreed to contradictions
Mindmates on a play
date
Soulmates are so mid-2000s anyway.
It isn’t just that I
want to play house
Without a ken doll,
outside a wedding hall
It isn’t that you
shouldn’t drink, sing and carouse
Until the vodka
spills and the cocktails run out
But I must say, it
would be okay
To have a dog or
three, and walk ‘em every other day
It wouldn’t be half
bad, to have a semi-clean flat
With a sparkling bath
and an angry stray cat
It isn’t that the
future’s certain, or the past unblemished
It isn’t that I trust
you not to leave this fanfic unfinished
But the climax is a
spoiler, and completion is overrated anyway
I’d take it as a
victory, if all we ever had was today.
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