I’ve tried to slither away through any crack in the surfaceBut he turns the light on and finds meI’ve tried to manipulate the lighting on the exit signBut he faces me so he doesn’t have to squint at the neonI’ve tried cursing and fussing and crying lots of tearsBut he just kisses the streaks off my faceAnd as much as I try not to love himHe keeps right on loving me anyway…
via Last Good Guy Near Here.
Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, and a lover of words, expressions, and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, a former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry, and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni, and Chuck Palahniuk fangirl.
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