Once upon a time there lived two drowned souls who found love in the way that they'd hold each other. The final week of their love was the week that they cherished the most.
On Monday they held hands while they walked down the street, smiling fondly at one another.
On Tuesday they went to the bookstore and read their favorite books to one another while the other would pretend to be interested. They would simply look at one another and smile, they'd just smile.
On Wednesday they had fight about who was the better significant other. The fight was so severe that they slept in separate rooms.
On Thursday they had the best makeup sex ever.
On Friday they got drunk off of their asses and obnoxiously laughed while one would tell the other the worst jokes in history.
On Saturday they held each other in bed, while one would watch the other sleep and was utterly baffled by how effortlessly beautiful their lover was.
On Sunday they talked, they kissed, they laughed, they cried.
They let each other go.
No one knows who this story is about,
I think it is about us.
YOU ARE READING
You Never Cease To Amaze Me.
PoetryFor Dusk. I write about interesting people. Perhaps I've written about you.
