My girl is complicated
and I mean mine in as loose a way as possible,
because that's one of the reasons she's complicated.
She sees the world in such an interesting way
but this blurs other lines
and stops me from saying things to her face
as we lie side by side
and I look into her eyes.
So instead of speaking my mind
I make a joke
squeeze her sides
kiss her face.
I'm not myself then.
But it's not her fault.
There are so many memories of other complicated girls
layers and layers and layers to work through.
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