It’s hot.
And I am not.
You have too much shit.
In your head.
But you are beautiful.
And I love the freckles on your nose.
So I buy your burgers.
And put up with your flakiness.
We make our amongst lizards.
And you jump into my arms like Scooby Doo.
I will probably never see you again.
And that’s probably for the best.