You are like my tan.

It’s blotched and chaotic,

but I am always proud of it.


You are like my humor,

I never thought existed,

but definitely makes me a more interested person.

You are like the floor boards of the second floor…


But they add character to the house.


You are like my undying love for fried chicken,

I could have it everyday

And everyday I love it.

You are like this poem,

Random and senseless

But never pointless


You are beautiful.

And I love you, my nose picking, poop pooing, not so much of a morning person, throws his clothes on the floor, best friend.

Happy 2nd. 🙂 <3

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