Choosing the right words has never been my greatest charm.
Because the only charm I've really ever understood is constant swearing.
Because the one word that constantly comes out of my mouth is "fuck".
Because "fuck" can describe the feeling I felt when I realized I was in love with you.
Because "fuck" describes the feeling I feel now when I realize that I'm still in love with you.
Because "fuck" works when I see you and my mind is literally filled with a bunch of words that I can't seem to comprehend.
It also works for when I realize I made a stupid decision, but that's besides the point.
The term "fuck" works even better when I'm sitting down, daydreaming, and remembering you're mine.
"Fuck" literally is the word I use when I'm frustrated over the fact that I don't deserve you.
But "fuck" is also the word I use when you tell me all the good things that wash away my insecurities.
Guess what I say when those insecurities come back again?
Shit.
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Cheeky little poem that I thought I would throw in. I truly have no order on how I'm going to upload these poems so they'll just come out random, so no sequence.
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