Cute as bleach
With disfigurement whited out
I'm not much for perfection
Cute as bleach
For the ruinous effect you have on clothing and everything else
You're my favorite pain in the ass
Cute as bleach
For coming out the other side
The part of you that merged with every prior experience of this nature is completely blanked out
Cute as bleach
Totally cleansed and we say the terms "I and them" no longer exist
You are cute because there is no longer anyone else in the world
Cute as bleach
What was once joking around is now a complete obsession
It all comes out white in the wash
Cute as bleach
Night for day
I am blind to all that is not you or attached to you in an immediate way
Cute as bleach
No room for color, no room for daylight in our connection
It all comes out white in the wash
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