I was never one for cliche love poems
about how he makes my heart burst out
of my chest, or how his smile can ****
the demons inside of me. I never wanted
to write about how he makes flowers
grow in the bad parts of my brain
and how forever was just a word
used so casually, but now my forever
is wherever your forever is. I never
made plans for my future, certainly
not ones that involved another person.
Everything in my life was temporary;
people, clothes, the weather, food, everything
had no meaning. Life was something lived
day in and day out. I was never one to write
cliche love poems until I met you...and now
cliche love poems are all I can seem to write.