You remind me of a ****** eraser.
I don't mean ******* the outside
and soft on the inside.
No.
I mean frustrating to deal with,
not worth the effort,
and you leave a dark mark
in your wake.

You remind me of a bad cup of coffee.
No, no, not bitter, that's all me.
But you? You're
stale,
like I should have
poured you down the drain
instead of consuming you,
hoping you'll improve my day.

You remind me of a Beach Boys song.
Not because I want to take you
anywhere near the Florida Keys--
ugh--
Because for the love of
******* God,
no matter what I do,
I can't seem to get you out of my head.