I think about you. I think about you hard. I didn't like your attitude; it left my image of you marred. You were immature, sometimes a nasty ****. But there’s a thought about you that’s a real perk: It might be naughty, it might be sick, but I find my thoughts turn pleasant when I think about your ****.
You annoyed me day and night, and drove me a bit crazy. There are some things that I remember that I wish were hazy. Your voice was whiny, your habits loathsome. You smoked and stayed up late; I'd wish that I was lonesome. Except for that bit about you-- the key that fit my lock-- it’s what I miss about you. My dear, it’s just your ****.
You talked too much. You weren’t very bright. I pretended I was listening as you rambled on all night. You didn’t pay the bills. I mostly cooked the food. Our stupid arguments left me in a foul mood. But even when my thoughts about you were at their meanest, I somehow changed my view when I thought about your *****.
There’s no way to separate you from your biggest asset. So though you looked like trouble, in every single facet, I tolerated much-- more than I’d like to remember-- because of my strange attraction to your firm and friendly member.
Probably won't get any likes on this one, lol. It's about the person I dated 20 years ago. An PF re-post, with an additional stanza.