Love is strange

And sometimes kinda gross

It's embarrassingly gassy

And it leaves its dirty underwear

In piles around the place

Love is rude

It has a sort of smell

And it thinks that you don't notice

And it blurts out things that make you wanna smack it's stupid face

And it's awkward and confusing

It annoys you half to death

The. It grins that dopey grin

And you can't catch your breath

Love is strange and sometimes sort of smug

And it's really really bossy

And it messes with your head

Till you're a hopeless basket-case

And it's stubborn

It's insulting

It's obnoxious

It's the worst

You keep pushing it away

And you fall in headfirst

Love is strange

And often pretty drunk

It looks different without makeup

And it's nothing like the fairy tales

You grow up dreaming of

Love is weird

Love is dumb

Love is strange

But that's what makes it

Love