In another life, you didn't leave me.
We went on a second date, a third, a fourth.
Every Sunday.
I meet your parents on the 5th, and you meet mine on the 6th.
I'm yours by the 7th.
I talk about you, have you and me as my lockscreen when people ask about you at work and I smile.
They tell me that I'm lucky to have you and I shake my head, my cheeks red.
In another life, you kept your promise.
You became my caregiver and you kissed my forehead every chance you got.
I took you to my work, proudly, holding your hand as everyone spoke to you.
I'd take you to the Christmas party.
In another life, I know your birthday.
I give you birthday sex and you thank me.
After that I make you pancakes and bacon, and you thank me again.
You kiss my forehead on your birthday.
You devour me whole and I thank you.
In another life, you're the end of my sadness. You love me so kindly that I almost forget what I had to go through to get to you.
Almost.
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My poems
RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
