Just Lucky, I Guess

 

Why do you love me?

 

Sometimes I wonder

How such a magnificent creature like you

Could love someone as unpleasant as me.

 

In the morning,

I am as cranky as can be.

 

You are as good-looking as the night before

My hair is a mess. There is the morning breath that unfailingly kicks in.

 

In the afternoon,

You are fresh and ready to go. Just yourself, nothing more

I pile on blush over my uneven skin and lipstick over my crooked grin.

 

In the evening,

I burrow my unpleasantly cold feet between yours. How warm you are.

Suddenly, you look into my eyes. 

 

You whisper in my ear “When did I get so lucky?”

I roll my eyes

“You just are.”

 

My hair is still a mess.

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