Let me insult my way into your heart.
Epithets as terms of endearment.
Make fun of my flaws,
don't comment on my beauty.
Hold conviction in your superiority.
Argue about inanities.
Hold me in your arms as we sleep.
Sit comfortable in our silence.
Feel my sarcasm like a wash of warmth.
Know that when I call you dork,
it means "I Love You"
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