Colleen told me
that when she was young
she used to hate when people said
"I love you a lot"
why muddy I love you with a word
people can't decide is two words or not
a lot of bullshit if you asked her
alot of wasted breath
a lot of explaining that love couldn't be measured by weight or by size
you couldn't love someone more than love
you couldn't just count up and collect loves
idiot.
so I told her I loved her a little
and she rolled her eyes
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Fiachra O'
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