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We played house quite nicely The two of us in yours, pretending it was ours We acted out our definitions of home, what we learned it meant growing up, you without a mother or father, me with both and too much love I tried to imitate their arguments, reckless yelling without purpose and you, the quiet child in the corner didn’t know how to fight back I sat atop the kitchen counter and you fed me bread and lies but mostly lies I took them with ease and swallowed willingly, smiling like they do in sitcoms happy, always We played house taking care of this one like we knew how to when really all we knew was how to love carelessly **** occasionally and walk the dog You the husband, I the mistress this was our home, unconventional but intact it was fun being lover but only for so long The key to playing house is to never mention the future everything is pretend and there is no talk of forever or later and all that really matters is right now This is what we did and oh, were we good at it We played house quite nicely, or at least until the roof caved in and the walls cracked and the floor sank we then looked at the wreckage and sighed What a silly game for us to have played But oh, we were good at it.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
House
We played house quite nicely The two of us in yours, pretending it was ours We acted out our definitions of home, what we learned it meant growing up, you without a mother or father, me with both and too much love I tried to imitate their arguments, reckless yelling without purpose and you, the quiet child in the corner didn’t know how to fight back I sat atop the kitchen counter and you fed me bread and lies but mostly lies I took them with ease and swallowed willingly, smiling like they do in sitcoms happy, always We played house taking care of this one like we knew how to when really all we knew was how to love carelessly **** occasionally and walk the dog You the husband, I the mistress this was our home, unconventional but intact it was fun being lover but only for so long The key to playing house is to never mention the future everything is pretend and there is no talk of forever or later and all that really matters is right now This is what we did and oh, were we good at it We played house quite nicely, or at least until the roof caved in and the walls cracked and the floor sank we then looked at the wreckage and sighed What a silly game for us to have played But oh, we were good at it.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
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