People always said we didn't do anything the 'right' way.

They said we don't kiss right. We kiss hard, pressing until lips are cut on teeth and there's a faint metallic taste of blood mixed with the flavor of you. I never have been able to figure out if it's my blood, your blood, or both. Never have been able to figure out whose teeth were cutting whose lips. So we're passionate. What's wrong with that?

They said we don't act right. They say that we laugh too hard, we yell too loud. When we laugh, we laugh until we can hardly stand up, and when we yell, we yell until our voices are hoarse and we can barely breathe. So we're emotional. What's wrong with that?

They said we don't work right. So we talk when we should be working, and so we work when we should be talking. It gets done. So we're backwards. What's wrong with that?

They said our personalities just weren't 'right'. They say that you're too wild, and I'm too quiet, but I never can tell if they're serious about that because I end up dancing in the aisles of sgtores while you stand a few feet away looking embarassed. What's wrong with that?

They said we don't love right. Why does it matter that I love everything violent, negative, and destructive about you more than I love everything gentle, soft, and sweet about you. So you love it when I get rough more than when I'm submissive and sweet. So we're twisted. What's wrong with that?

They still say we don't break up right. But what's it to them if you're still the person I run to? If you still spend your days flirting and laughing with me? If my heart still skips beats when I see you? If I still want you as badly as the day I first met you, as badly as I want the air I breathe? So we're still best friends. What's wrong with that?

It's all right for us.