I don’t need you to tell me I’m pretty.
Not because I know I am,
But because just really, really,
DON’T GIVE A SHIT.
I don’t need you to text me every five seconds,
Because I’m not a paranoid guppy.
You’re not banging another chick,
Whilst making a large drug transition in New Mexico.
And if you were I’d only laugh,
Because in that situation,
In that one,
You would be the guppy.
I’M THE BADASS.
Don’t worry about holding my hand, “The Right Way,”
Because there is no fucking right way in life any longer,
It’s just what feels right.
Holding someone’s hand, It’s not a fucking puzzle,
IT’S NOT FUCKING ROCKET SCIENCE.
And perfect responses.
Cannot always fucking exist.
So keep that in mind.
Just some shit you should know,
From your super surreal girlfriend.
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