And I love you. That dark brown hair, like cocoa beans in Summer's hands. We talk everyday about mozzarella sticks and our future living room. Random things. It's been forever since we've kissed. Couple of weeks. You make me smile. Blue. You make me angry. Day trips. You make me regret. And I love you for making me forget. What am I suppose to be? Different homes. Lavish styles against my modest jeans. We're real. But I live extra lives.
And I love you too. Your hair color changes. Varied lipstick colors. Or maybe it's just lip gloss. Who knows. Sometimes you're really far. Sometimes not so much. Our conversations aren't as clear. Muddy tongues spewing grime. Take what I give. Get what I'm getting. I can't love you forever. Unnatural. You make it seem like it can go on for eternity. Sushi in the Elantra. Yogurt on your kitchen counter. Admire all the wrong things. I have to get my hat from the roommate's shelf. Dinner at Outback. You are all these objects. You'll die before me. Taking her with you.
Later Days
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