Does it annoy you that
I eat apples in church
Crunch, Sermon, Crunch
Pick the fruit flesh from my teeth.
Does it annoy you that
My breath
Always smells either like coffee
Or Listerine
So strong, too strong.
Does it annoy you that
I always steal your fancy phone
So I can play that game where you connect
The colored dots;
I almost always fail at it
You always end up doing it yourself
The same way you connected, one night,
Our hearts.
Does it annoy you that
I can never stop the words from my mouth
That I feel I must fill all our silences
Just as I try to fill all the gaps between
Your brain and mine
And the way that we think
Does it annoy you?
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