The Week of LoveA Poem by MoriartyMesaThe trails of seven days of love.....from a moron
Monday
You smiled at me when we met, you asked me for money, I thought that was strange but that is the only way for me to get coffee. Tuesday We ran into each other again, hey, is that the same shirt from yesterday. We have a small giggle and you ask to barrow $2.93. Sure why not, coffee in exchange for the loan is fare. Wednesday You were not there, and another person insisted on a loan of $2.93, except this person seemed to also insist on a tip, than he grew slightly angry as I explained i did not know him well enough to offer advice. Thursday Stayed home, I feel like we are growing apart Friday You waved hello to me as I entered, we spoke little, the tension was thick. But I am still not sure if that was the best time to barrow money again? But we can make our love work. Saturday We pretend and try but it feels like all the love has gone out of this relationship. And I didnt want to mention you have been wearing the same shirt for a week now. Of course you can have $2.93, as long as I have my coffee. Sunday You never intended to pay me back, you have been using me for my money this whole time. And you say its just business, I suppose the secret love notes on the cups are meaningless. The Following Monday Its true love this time, she calls herself a doctor, but she has touched me in ways no woman has. © 2012 MoriartyMesaReviews
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