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I think I’m in love

but I’ve been feeling otherwise

these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives

and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in

almost

every

way


but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen,

it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave?

and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand,

and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land


but I’m no adonis either,

fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts

that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,

catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin

drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine

breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments

and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,

shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy

I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,

the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize

but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too

it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you

and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different

yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with

being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws

the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns

the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship

the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip

how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares

the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware

the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel

the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel

the way... 

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