How We Met

the first time we met she told me i'm cold as fuck that intimidating, fiery cold aura of mine sent shivers to her spine i was in dead shock [maybe i even wanted her big eyes plucked] though everything was fine over three years, our merry and messy bond bloomed like a bud that became a flower that flaunts it's loveliness every spring and oh by the way, we never want grooms we were lost souls climbing high towers longing to be with the stars, shining and cruising we'd sing songs out of our sad tales and give birth to epic humors that would bring us behind bars evermore on-and-off conversations occur we'd spill secrets and random (silly) stuff then we'd wag our puny-sized tails like an emo dog to our past lovers she felt home to me—warm, subtle, safe i'd put her in a photograph and a videotape in this bleak life, she will be forever treasured should we met one day in the future i'd definitely hug her 'til she choke because she told me i'm cold as fuck yet she stayed with me and now, she's stuck.