Charientism

Your skin is spottier than my dog Patch. Your face is so fucking ugly that it actually fascinates me. Honestly.

Your voice could put me to sleep with how monotonous it is.

No, actually, that’s a lie. I could never fall asleep when you speak because of how much poison drips from your lips.

I’m sure you were an elegant gazette in your prime, but now you stomp around like an elephant.

I’m sorry, that was really awful of me.

I love you, I really do.

In the way that you love the trash once it’s taken outside and is finally out of your sight and mind.