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After one month together You came up with an idea “Let’s test our love for each other” I thought, “Why not?” It started with whimsical ways You loved the way I laughed in the morning I loved when you held me tighter when we cuddle Then we went onto appearances Oh I love the colors of your irises Blue and green like the aura borealis But they were dancing along to a somber song Rather than a happy one I brought it up But you said literally nothing Which says more than “nothing” We got into a fight The snow seemed to melt From our heated discussion I left To let things cool You stopped responding To my messages So I drove back And opened the door To the sound of our dog barking I followed him To the sunroom With the vast windows And there I saw you Hanging lifeless From the elegant maple “What have I done?” I dashed to you A layer of fresh snow Settled on your head Under you was a note Carved into the trunk “I LOVED YOU THE MOST” To this day I’m still haunted In that moment, I realized That’s what happens When you assign values To something that cannot be measured
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
The Love Contest
After one month together You came up with an idea “Let’s test our love for each other” I thought, “Why not?” It started with whimsical ways You loved the way I laughed in the morning I loved when you held me tighter when we cuddle Then we went onto appearances Oh I love the colors of your irises Blue and green like the aura borealis But they were dancing along to a somber song Rather than a happy one I brought it up But you said literally nothing Which says more than “nothing” We got into a fight The snow seemed to melt From our heated discussion I left To let things cool You stopped responding To my messages So I drove back And opened the door To the sound of our dog barking I followed him To the sunroom With the vast windows And there I saw you Hanging lifeless From the elegant maple “What have I done?” I dashed to you A layer of fresh snow Settled on your head Under you was a note Carved into the trunk “I LOVED YOU THE MOST” To this day I’m still haunted In that moment, I realized That’s what happens When you assign values To something that cannot be measured
evan-mcclellan
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
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