We would have the most perfectly

imperfect kind of love.

My friends would try and convince me that he’s toxic,

but these feelings we have are natural.

It is like he is apart of me.

We’ve been an on and off thing for a while,

but we’ve been going strong the past few months.

He’s been a little clingy.

Okay. Maybe a lot.

A tad overprotective too;

makes me wear long dresses,

tells me to put on jeans.

It’s not that bad,

he just doesn’t want me to

advertise what God gave me.

I will not leave him just because

it’s socially accepted to be single.

I’ll stay because I’m comfortable with him.

I will admit,

I’ve thought about permanently breaking up with him,

but every time I try,

he comes back and starts flirting.

Of course, I fall for the seduction.

I started remembering how while

I felt with him and how he kept me warm

when weather wasn’t an option.

He’s not really good in bed.

He doesn’t get along with my sheets,

but feels fine on my skin.

At least he makes an effort to come back again,

but when he does,

I’m always stuck in a harrier situation.