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You are the brownies I baked with caramel icing of "Happy Valentine's Day" sloppily squeezed from a plastic cone.
You are my first pair of black panties.
You are the "u" in lust and the "o" in loathe.
You are the flame that comes with holding a lighter in front of the spray from a can of WD40.
You are my first drink of beer lying on a trampoline watching fireworks on the 4th of July.
You are my first.

You are the letter I write every day.
You are the nails and the plywood of a homemade masterpiece cornhole set.
You are the white beads on the orange dress I wore to that formal on January 14th.
You are the football I toss and the volleyball I set.
You are the only bit of love I have for myself.
You are black Friday.
You are the passenger seat of a dark blue sedan with the fading tinted windows and a condom wrapper on the floor.
You are my hopelessness.

You are the phone call I keep making and...the dots I keep writing...
You are the gun that I fired in my dream last night.
You are the cuts on my arm...
You are the sunshine I feel while spending all day in bed eating sour gummy candy giggling under the white hotel sheet.
You are the laptop I want to break.
You are the war that just won't end.
You are my self-hatred.

You are the garden I'm growing that will die in the cold breeze of winter.
You are the pill that I crave.
You are the leading role in that mafia film, the script I wish I could write.
You are the painting I spent months on that disappeared.
You are the wall paper I keep peeling.
You are the "lost dog" sign on the light post at the corner which says the missing canine won't come when called for.
You are my heartbreak.

Description
You are the brownies I baked with caramel icing of "Happy Valentine's Day" sloppily squeezed from a plastic cone.
You are my first pair of black panties.
You are the "u" in lust and the "o" in loathe.
You are the flame that comes with holding a lighter in front of the spray from a can of WD40.
You are my first drink of beer lying on a trampoline watching fireworks on the 4th of July.
You are my first.

You are the letter I write every day.
You are the nails and the plywood of a homemade masterpiece cornhole set.
You are the white beads on the orange dress I wore to that formal on January 14th.
You are the football I toss and the volleyball I set.
You are the only bit of love I have for myself.
You are black Friday.
You are the passenger seat of a dark blue sedan with the fading tinted windows and a condom wrapper on the floor.
You are my hopelessness.

You are the phone call I keep making and...the dots I keep writing...
You are the gun that I fired in my dream last night.
You are the cuts on my arm...
You are the sunshine I feel while spending all day in bed eating sour gummy candy giggling under the white hotel sheet.
You are the laptop I want to break.
You are the war that just won't end.
You are my self-hatred.

You are the garden I'm growing that will die in the cold breeze of winter.
You are the pill that I crave.
You are the leading role in that mafia film, the script I wish I could write.
You are the painting I spent months on that disappeared.
You are the wall paper I keep peeling.
You are the "lost dog" sign on the light post at the corner which says the missing canine won't come when called for.
You are my heartbreak.