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Addiction

noun:

a state in which one feels the need to have the last word...

Flatterer (n).

Bits of silver whispered
from a well-polished tongue;

a certain flexing of fondness

Embouchure (n).

A certain lemon-*******
puckering of the lips pressed
against a moistened surface;

a sure fire way of producing
some string of singing sounds

Cheap (adj).

How your mother thinks
you look in that outfit

Bananas (n).

The things with a curve,
a little thick and firm and squishy;
durable outer cover for protection

Writing about something you love is
supposed to be easy
But he is composed of words that I am
convinced don't exist yet

I'm very sorry
I must have
Read the dictionary wrong

You see,
I was under the impression that

Forever meant
For the rest of time
Never ending
The rest of my life and beyond

Truth meant
Not lying
Meaning what you say
Being straight with me

Sorry meant
You feel bad
An apology
That you didn't mean it

So I apologize
For the miscommunication
I must have been
Reading the dictionary wrong

Compound noun

1. Time spent thinking about someone who is not around; whether remembering time shared in the past, or having fantasies of what could happen with them in the future.

2. Time spent reading, listening, or watching the work produced by someone who is dead. Also, time spent having imaginary conversations with someone who is dead.

Examples:
I know he was dead before I was even born, but the ghost time I've spent with Henry David Thoreau makes it feel like we're old friends.

He hardly even knows who she is, but he's spent so much ghost time with her that he thinks he's in love.

i dont need to explain why my mouth becomes a half-written dictionary
words like 'um' and 'like' and 'yeah' and 'ha' all pour out at alarming rates and you try and remain mysterious while i just try and remain
so i’ll sleep with you at your parents house and thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me stay
and when you make me breakfast with beans and eggs, i’ll pretend that i don’t see the bacon floating around
i’ll just toss my fork right down the garbage disposal and say hello to your mother and walk your dogs
and i’ll get interrupted while writing about you and i’ll be grateful for it
and that fork is still chugging in the garbage disposal

and please, let me down easy when you dont feel the same
have your mom wave goodbye as we drive down the street