I love that I immediately know that you are mine
with your belly swollen with my textbooks
and throwing up discarded papers.
I love the smell of the alcohol from rotting pears
that fills my nose
when that four month old container falls
onto the floor and explodes into a pungent flame.
I love not being able to get my worn out
book bag into your thin frame
and the music my moans and grunts create.
I love how you resemble a museum
full of old tests and gym shorts
and chip bags and chewn up pencils
I love how you block my view
of the people next to me and
how you always make me late.
Please don't change
For God knows I wont make you.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
I love that I immediately know that you are mine
with your belly swollen with my textbooks
and throwing up discarded papers.
I love the smell of the alcohol from rotting pears
that fills my nose
when that four month old container falls
onto the floor and explodes into a pungent flame.
I love not being able to get my worn out
book bag into your thin frame
and the music my moans and grunts create.
I love how you resemble a museum
full of old tests and gym shorts
and chip bags and chewn up pencils
I love how you block my view
of the people next to me and
how you always make me late.
Please don't change
For God knows I wont make you.
