Error 143: Glad I Found

she’s not just a girl.

she’s someone I’d choose, when I’m way too tired to even choose myself.

she’s my weighted pink blanket.
warmth with gravity - comfort that doesn’t ask for permission.

she’s my black & yellow G-Shock.
stubborn, loud, and ticking beside me even when time feels off.

she’s my sugarless espresso.
bitter, brave, never trying to impress - but still exactly what I need to stay awake.

she’s my flat coke.
indifferent, quiet, not perfect - but still the first thing I reach for.

she’s the typo I refuse to fix.
the sentence I keep because it sounds better the way it is.

she’s the playlist I never put on shuffle.
I already know what I want to hear, and it’s always her voice.

she’s the fight I pick just to hear her argue back.
because even her anger sounds like home.

she’s the reason I check my phone in silence.
and smirk like an idiot with no audience.

she makes reality feel better than fables.
like magic that actually pays rent.

she’s not just a girl.
she’s the error I wouldn't wanna fix because she's my error.

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