The kind of love

You're the
Two a.m. kind of love
That's when I
Hit my pillow
Laugh at stupid things
And smoke out the window

You're the
Picking pockets kind of love
Because you
Took without asking
And I didn't know at first
Because my money was still there

You're the
Burn the cake in the oven kind of love
Because I
Kind of forgot
Before the timer went off
But my then the sugar already melted

You're the
Typing error on a typewriter kind of love
Because the page was blank and at least then
It wasn't wrong
And because there is so much noise when I type out:

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