Reasons we don't work.

He doesn't like bananas. I mean, who doesn't like bananas?

Our favorite football team are bitter rivals. Obviously he has terrible taste in football teams.

He is sweet like a lemon, I am sweet like a stolen candy.

All of my scars smirk. He smokes cigarettes... disgusting.

I have never solved a Rubik's Cube. I cannot recognize the appropriate moment to give up.

I've got my eyelashes at the rabbit hole.

He is a lazy cook. He eats frozen vegetables straight from the freezer bag using his hand as a five-fingered fork.

Wanting him was like ignoring the warning not to keep my hand on the burner for too long as a lesson in withstanding heat. Turns out I am most receptive to hands-on learning.

Love is not like high school, I cannot skip the homework and still ace the test.

I swear he'll never move, and I'll always shimmy-shake.

I swear I'm just a bird in the body of a girl afraid of heights.

I swear like a salivate at the taste of a soap washing out my mouth.
He is clean white t-shirts and silly southern grandpa things from the 40s.

I am eager to get my hands dirty.

I treat love like a semester abroad. All of my poetry is just unsent postcards, I keep a packed suitcase.

Love is a house I can only recognize as home once I've left it, I am always looking back.

He is not my next adventure. I want a front porch story filled with laughter and lemonade tongue kisses. He is a back porch story.

I'll regale one evening, when the rolling bowl of thunder reminds me of him, barreling through my rose garden, leaving behind boldly standing stems of thorns.

I can't show him where it hurts. He won't tell me how he feels.

He is the Rubik's cube I cannot put down. I don't wanna wonder, what his fives-fingered fork feels in mine.

Why you won't look me in the eyes and smile at the same time?

Why one minute and seven second is the longest I can go without looking at him when we we're in the same room? I always catch him looking away.

When I sweep my love under the rug I trip over it. It is not romantic when falling over one's own love. What has not been, can never be lost, might be the most romantic shit I've ever heard.

"One day" is the most romantic thing he ever said to me. He was drunk when he said it. Evidently he is forgetful when he is drunk. I am the worst kind of forgetful, I remember everything.