My lovely boyfriend.
I’m going to kill him.
Maybe a cup of tea first –
just for old times’ sake.
No sugar. His metabolism makes him
really hot.
If he plays his cards right,
maybe I’ll let him play with my cat
or stroke my hair
or even a kiss or two.
I love my boyfriend.
Maybe I’ll kill him tomorrow instead.
He does so much for me.
He cooks, he cleans, and he kisses
everywhere.
He thinks of me; not too clingy.
He hugs me; sometimes too tight.
He makes me laugh, then laughs at
me.
He lets me do weird faces of his
face.
And thus, remains why, I need to kill him.
He is great at balancing
between being the perfect man and a
complete douche.
He makes me want to smash his head
with a slash hammer.
He makes me want to smash my head
with a slash hammer.
I am so confused, I’m going bonkers.
Maybe I’ll save the mushrooms till
the end of the week.
But his eyes –
His eyes just make everything
disappear.
I could just stare at them all day.
And his hair and his lips and his
scent…
I got to get ready.
He is coming for tea!
