Saturday's "sleep" & grilled cheese

I feel poisoned. Your soft appeal does not match your lusty glare. Tricked by an innocent rabbit. I should know better. It's funny. It's gross. It's despicable. I've lost my trust and it makes me laugh. A faulty match. Don't feed me compliments that I don't want. Don't text me stupid questions and plans that don't need to be made. Don't call me nicknames thinking that I like it. Your strategy is corrupt and a path to zero success. I won't even applaud you for trying. There's no accomplishment in planting one on a girl who's been around.