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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