I Don’t

I never really understood why I’d need a piece of paper
To document my love like it’s proof that married love is greater
Than the love two people share without one financial blow out of a day
Swapping names and sharing assets, the merging of two identities to one
Ceasing to be individual entities, now bound by contractual obligations  
 
And as it turns out, I’m not entitled to such a legal “binding” of love anyway
When the government and church class me as a lesser being
Like we’re living in a much earlier century, where prejudice could be cloaked
In religion and ignorance, hate propaganda filling minds that homosexuality is a sickness
Though it’s no business of the state if two consenting adults
Of the same gender happen to fall in love
 
And I’ve never wanted to give myself away like I’m paying my way into slavery
My partner flashing me around as though I’m a fashion accessory going “OMG… meet my wife”
When I loathe to feel like a possession in the arsenal of societal clauses
That states that I need to be just like everyone else… whoever everyone else might happen to be
Though there is no guarantee that contractual love will last forever anyway. So contracts
And financial debts be damned, I believe in love, though not in the trend of papering it
And signing away my life to another person, when true love should be free