Another Fiddly Little Poem. Thing.

Love songs suck.

So do cheesy metaphors

and flower petals

and rotten cliches

that stick in your teeth.

So do

expensive necklaces

and late night phone calls

and dramatic tears

and kisses in the rain.

But I won't lie,

I love every

single

nauseating thing

you do.

And I just thought you should know.