Sweat off your forehead, nails in your back, teeth in my neck, tangled fingers in my hair, high fives, questions that always answer yes: all just patterns that we fall into.
And for the life of me I'll never know why we fall into them, why you pick me time and time again.
I am so inadequate next to mr.Perfect.
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