My Love, Aaron
Oh, my boyfriend-on-demand
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mountain dew.
As my fists fall from its grip, I am reminded of your squirmy nerdy body.
In the hushed, I listen for the last sounds of pee missing the toilet.
My heated Mad Face breathes inside my hardened soul.
I wait in the kitchen for your Ugly Head so that we may break up as one, Mad Face to Mad Face; in search of the glorious breakup, it's almost sensual saying the final goodbye of love.
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