one-hundred and eighty

you've got those
horrible t shirts
and that tired 
hollow smirk

you embarrass yourself
all the time
you say things without
thinking about consequences and such

and you just

that is what makes
my complement
my only one

and I can't help but love
your terrible
sense of fashion
and that lousy smile

but what I love more
is the one you have 
when I make you laugh
every night