Who were we kidding?
It was never build to last for a very long time.
Like a city build with sugar cubes right before a rainstorm.
Don’t get me wrong, we were madly in love, were.
She was a birthday balloon, I was the evil party pooper’s needle.
I was the blizzard, she was the skinny dipping teen.
She was the 100 feet high tsunami, I was the only villager that decided not to buy a boat.
I was the iceberg, she was the Titanic.
We had a undeniable attraction to one another from the very start.
But as years progressed we were finding out that we weren’t the best match.
Our friends and family started telling us that love changes over time, and how it evolves into something else.
Something.
To us that sounded like we were growing into an elderly couple and our hearts were turning into something on a shelve in the living room, covered in a thick layer of dust.
Something.
Agreements became arguments.
Sounds of pleasure in the dark became sighs in the dark.
It’s normal for the butterflies to die off over time they said.
Passion became planning.
We wanted things to go back to the way they were.
French kissing became kissing which then became a single kiss.
Secretly smoking in the backyard and hiding it from each other.
When she was doing yoga in the living room, I would sneak outside and smoke a couple of cigarettes.
She would do the same when I was watching sports.
Puffs of smoke left our mouths and drifted into the sky.
It was never build to last for a very long time.
Like a city build with sugar cubes right before a rainstorm.
Don’t get me wrong, we were madly in love, were.
She was a birthday balloon, I was the evil party pooper’s needle.
I was the blizzard, she was the skinny dipping teen.
She was the 100 feet high tsunami, I was the only villager that decided not to buy a boat.
I was the iceberg, she was the Titanic.
We had a undeniable attraction to one another from the very start.
But as years progressed we were finding out that we weren’t the best match.
Our friends and family started telling us that love changes over time, and how it evolves into something else.
Something.
To us that sounded like we were growing into an elderly couple and our hearts were turning into something on a shelve in the living room, covered in a thick layer of dust.
Something.
Agreements became arguments.
Sounds of pleasure in the dark became sighs in the dark.
It’s normal for the butterflies to die off over time they said.
Passion became planning.
We wanted things to go back to the way they were.
French kissing became kissing which then became a single kiss.
Secretly smoking in the backyard and hiding it from each other.
When she was doing yoga in the living room, I would sneak outside and smoke a couple of cigarettes.
She would do the same when I was watching sports.
Puffs of smoke left our mouths and drifted into the sky.
