10-6-15 seven. fucking. days. clean.
It was picture perfect,
Like the shit in those fairytales..
Love, it just isn't like that in real life.
We ran through our past,
Middle fingers in the air.
We would write poetry back in the hotel,
Sketching beautiful works of art,
About our future together.
You saved me,
You showed me how to love,
You showed me how to live.
I know we didn't last forever,
But we were infinite.
Everything we shoved into our forever
Never felt rushed,
And it will always be enough for me.
- (m.m)