Day 60

Day 60. He was telling me he was shaved by medical staff. In the chestal area. I had sympathy til I remembered my last brazilian wax.

I said nice things to boyfriend. He doesn't say nice things back so I told him he should. His response was "roses and lush green meadows." 

So I wrote him a poem using his words.

Roses are red
Meadows are green
I said that i liked you
But i realised youre mean

i've got a dare for you,
Try nice things instead.
Youre so often mean to me,
Sometimes a shithead

Not sure what it is
But something keeps me in place
Its gotta be you.
Something about you snitchface.