Love
was that time I ruined
one whole side of the car. Love
was when I threw up from
dawn ‘til dusk on
someone else’s birthday.
Love was tracking mud on the tile
forgetting to scrub the bathroom and
leaving my lunch behind on the
first day of 8th grade.
Love was that time I went 87
in a 70.
Love was awake when I came home late
(love was, every time).
Love was then &
love is,
love is,
love is.
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