They don’t make cards for us
Pre-made poems with cartoon animals
Telling jokes that aren’t actually funny
But we still laugh, because, yeah, that’s just like us
Candy hearts never say ‘we love you’
Or ‘I love you both’ or ‘be ours’
Matching rings aren’t sold in threes
Puzzle-heart necklaces are split down the middle
For him and her and
What about me?
Ours is not a Hallmark love
With two hands clasped and fingers meshing
But we still walk together
Hand in hand in hand
And I hold hers behind your back
And we lie together
Like a row of knocked over dominoes
Three people no longer bothered
By the strange stares and confused glances
Because what we have is better than that
So who cares if they don’t make cards for us
I’ll make one myself
With a puzzle heart on the front
Broken into three
Drawn in three strange colors
That people wouldn’t normally put together
But that, when combined, become something beautiful
And I’ll laugh, because, yeah, that’s just like us.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 12:37 AM UTC
They don’t make cards for us
Pre-made poems with cartoon animals
Telling jokes that aren’t actually funny
But we still laugh, because, yeah, that’s just like us
Candy hearts never say ‘we love you’
Or ‘I love you both’ or ‘be ours’
Matching rings aren’t sold in threes
Puzzle-heart necklaces are split down the middle
For him and her and
What about me?
Ours is not a Hallmark love
With two hands clasped and fingers meshing
But we still walk together
Hand in hand in hand
And I hold hers behind your back
And we lie together
Like a row of knocked over dominoes
Three people no longer bothered
By the strange stares and confused glances
Because what we have is better than that
So who cares if they don’t make cards for us
I’ll make one myself
With a puzzle heart on the front
Broken into three
Drawn in three strange colors
That people wouldn’t normally put together
But that, when combined, become something beautiful
And I’ll laugh, because, yeah, that’s just like us.
