kittenroseabby

I wrote a poem, Forever ago. I know, That's nothing new. It's also not new, That it was about you. But this one? This one was goodbye. This one was my final... Correction. It was SUPPOSED to be My final love letter to you. But poetry, Love, Never quite works out that way, Does it? This one was Supposed to be A step towards getting over you. It was supposed to be A promise. To you, To the world, To myself. I wrote in this letter A due date. I wrote that I wouldn't show it to ANYONE Until I was over you. I thought the Feelings Would be gone by now, But they still linger, Ever present. Love for others Has come and gone. But for you? My

I wrote a poem, Forever ago. I know, That's nothing new. It's also not new, That it was about you. But this one? This one was goodbye. This one was my final... Correction. It was SUPPOSED to be My final love letter to you. But poetry, Love, Never quite works out that way, Does it? This one was Supposed to be A step towards getting over you. It was supposed to be A promise. To you, To the world, To myself. I wrote in this letter A due date. I wrote that I wouldn't show it to ANYONE Until I was over you. I thought the Feelings Would be gone by now, But they still linger, Ever present. Love for others Has come and gone. But for you? My

I wrote a poem, Forever ago. I know, That's nothing new. It's also not new, That it was about you. But this one? This one was goodbye. This one was my final... Correction. It was SUPPOSED to be My final love letter to you. But poetry, Love, Never quite works out that way, Does it? This one was Supposed to be A step towards getting over you. It was supposed to be A promise. To you, To the world, To myself. I wrote in this letter A due date. I wrote that I wouldn't show it to ANYONE Until I was over you. I thought the Feelings Would be gone by now, But they still linger, Ever present. Love for others Has come and gone. But for you? My

((A/N: I tried to make this gender neutral! I'll also try to come back and edit this, I know it's short.)) ---------- The rain pitter-pattered against you and your boyfriend's living room window. "It's raining cats and dogs out there," you said. Steve smiled from his seat next to you on the couch. "Speaking of..." he started, looking at you. "[Name], I was thinking it would be great if we got a dog together." Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?" you heard your voice go up a pitch. "We just moved in together." He blushed, reaching for your hand. He held it in both of his, his gentle touch making you smile involuntarily. "Yeah, but