Get Your Premium Membership

Olivia

When she first introduced herself.... she was quite the shy one. She approached him in the street that day.... She had a black hoodie on, that said "Answer to No One," keeping her emotions at bay. Upon meeting this man, who had been through hell himself, she reached over his head, taking his heart from off the shelf. She didn't care about his money, or what he had already gone through.... she just wanted to show him.... that love can be deep and true. She was a slender girl, 29 years old, birthday the 14th of December.... she had her own flaws, her own imperfections, dark brown hair.... and she didn't care.... She was of a different breed.... loved video games and WWE, she was from Orlando, but moved with her parents, she grew up with a troubled past, none of her previous relationships would last.... but she didn't care about that.... this girl was just like him. Her baby blue eyes, had a story to tell.... She was a vicarious Sagittarius.... but when she saw him, her heart jumped for joy.... her main statement to him was cheery and upbeat, "come here and hug me, boy!!!" She would always squeeze him tight, and remind him that she would always.... always.... treat him like a king and treat him right. He had been verbally abused, and emotionally used.... but when he saw her, the pain and the strain went away.... the tears would subside, and never again would he cry, because she was there for him, and she continually showed him why.... it was good to be loved, for that feeling to be real.... something they both wanted to feel. Days passed, weeks went by.... love overcoming hate, soon thereafter, she approached him again, this time, she had gained weight. He asked where it came from, and she said.... being in love does that to you. She had gained pounds of happiness....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things