Again/again/again

That boy's incisors are made of gold.
So are his hands.
His tongue is butterscotch sweet, reminds you of home
but his feet are made of lead and they somehow always end up in his mouth.
If you ask me what I love about him, I would detail out how his teeth turn bear grin when I'm angry,
I would tell you he's the only other person I know that grows wild flowers out of bathtub hip bones,
I would beg you to never give up someone who looks like he's thanking a God he doesn't believe in when he sees your soft skin painting shadows into his bed sheets.

If you ask me what I hate about him, I would simply mention even the realist in me wants him to stay.

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[Relic]

There's a certain style to your writing. All kinds of thoughts come out when we're mad. I'm not sure what bathtub hip bones are though? I'll have to remember to use that on someone next time I'm mad.

"WHY DON"T YOU GO TO HELL AND TAKE YOUR BATHTUB HIP BONES WITH YOU! :)