I loved you even after you made us a mess.

After you slept with her, lied to me and got all depressed.

I loved you in a way that cheating can’t stop.

I loved you the minute I saw you, from inside that ice-cream shop.

You were so stressed, in your cap. Clusters of curls leaking out.

It was just a date, some girl; you watched as she inhaled two cups of Boysenberry Swirl.

Then fast forward to our next, next date.

I knew when I stopped drawing and looked up at your face.

You looked at me so kind and so sure.

Like stupid doodling had unlocked a secret door.

“Thank you for existing,” you spoke softly into my ear.

It was such a surprise,

I felt my heart expand

and then tear.

Maybe that’s why I can’t get much sleep…

I swear I hear it every night in my dreams.

It’s trapped in the pillows; your memory breathes in the sheets.

In the bed that now feels too big, for

8 paws and 2 feets.

I’ll still love you as long as my pathetic heart beats.

Unconditional love, something so terrible and weak.