You Don't Make Me Nuts

You don't make me nuts
I can stand to be around you
You're pretty okay

Without you, I'm half the person I should be
You soften my rough edges, make me better
You balance me . . . make me complete.
I think I'll keep you.
I'm so full of love I could burst

Like a tick
A blue one

So I was wondering:
Want an overpriced chunk of jewelry?

I may not be the sharpest crayola
But everyday with you is like recess.

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