Mom showing me her ex-boyfriend’s lithographs
One year

I love you.

Like the sea to a monsoon

Or a tornado to a small town in the mid West

Or maybe like a mother hearing a babies first breath.

No, that’s a bit much…

You have a way with words, a voice of calm something’s and a laugh of love.

——pt 2

A skate day.

A new menu.

A trip to the sea.

Some love you more, some love you less.

I’m no longer a competitor but, the bond we hold will never come to rest.
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It was hot, I was irritated, you were beautiful, everyone was in awe. I broke my board, we got naked, You punched me in the jaw.
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I don’t know why this is such a special day.
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My wisdom teeth still have much to say.
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You itch my memories like a pup scratches their butt, tomorrow is May 14th…

Love,
Crabscab