I love her.
All of her.
This is not
My first love,
Not the last,
But she is all that matters.
We share many memories
Together.
I cherish the embarrassing ones:
She once
Or twice
Farted
During the heat of passion.
I drooled on her
On multiple occasions,
But she always wiped it off and I
Always pretended not to hear.
We share many similarities
Together.
I embrace the tragic ones:
She was a foster kid,
Who’s parents choose drugs
Over their child.
I was fatherless,
Abused,
Scarred.
We both are cursed.
We share many differences
Together:
She likes terrible music,
Our sense of humor is way off,
The list could go on,
But our differences
Only complimented each other,
Perfectly.
We are meant to be
Together…
Forever?
Only time and decay will tell.
Time will also tell
Who dies
First
And if it’s her,
I will be there
When she’s cremated,
I will still be
By her side
When she’s reduced to ash.
I will even
Eat
Her ashes
To let her know
That I cannot
Go on without her.
Maybe then
She will believe
My love
For her.
