Crappy Midnight Poetry

I want to smack you straight across the mouth, but not before I kiss it.

I want to push your arms away from mine, but not before they wrap around me.

I’m not broken, but you are.

I want to fix that.

It’s a terrible idea.

I know what I’m getting myself into.

But somehow I can’t stop it, like a tornado or my taxes.

Bad timing.

Bad timing.

Bad timing.

 

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