You and I?

We converse in insults

in ‘fuck offs’

and ‘get losts’

some sentences

only half formed,

half thought

punctuated with half-hearted

shift! Move it! shoves.

You and I

know each other

better

everyday.

Miss Grumpy Pants

and the prat.

I know your flaws

are no worse

than mine.

We’re eccentric,

weird,

strange

and nothing about us

makes it easy

living with someone else.

We’d destroy

any other lover.

You and I

work.

Really dam well.

So next time

I’m snarking,

your barking

and we’re sulking,

remember

you’re the only one

I can bother

to stay mad at

all night.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”