I'm glad you're not mine

Our friendship is better when no one's an owner.
It's a little bit weird and it's the best of whatever.
We are Laurie and Jo, we are Tommy and Nan
Our minds clash like pot lids and double our wings' span.

We get on like Adam with the tomboy that's Pepper.

You're the brasher, the cockier, grinning ego of my alter.

It worked for Mau and Daphne, for Eustace and for Jill

Why should a raucous friendship let romance make a kill?

Let's be riotous friends who poke fun on the phone
Who find fools in mirrors and toast being alone.

Thanks to Louisa May Alcott, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, C.S. Lewis, and Harper Lee for writing boy/girl friendships that I aspire to.