A Love Story for Word Geeks

I call you Bread, because I knead you.

You call me Broken Mug, because you can't get a handle on me.

I call you Apple Cart, because I don't want to upset you.

You call me Malpractice, because I don't treat you well.

I call you San Andreas, because it's not your fault.

You call me Unemployed Perfumer, because I don't make scents.

I call you Boomerang, because you keep coming back.

You call me Rubik's Cube, because you can't figure me out.

I call you Nothing, because nothing feels good.

You call me Preserves, because you can.

I call you East Berlin, because you're hard to leave.

You call me Temper, because you don't want to lose me.

I call you Credit Card, because I owe you so much.

You call me Student Loan, because you forgive me.

I call you Vodka, because I really, really, really love you.

A lot.