Disclaimer: Normally I wouldn’t post something “fanfiction” -eque on my blog, but I couldn’t resist this poem. I wrote it after watching Adventure Time’s newest episodes starring Cherry Cream Soda, Root Beer Guy, and Starchy. So without any further adieu, I bring to you – unnecessary rhyming and a story about Adventure Time.
Falling for you wasn’t a choice.
Literally, it wasn’t a choice.
I looked at you and was told what to do,
To get married! And to smile, and to love you…
Arranged neatly, calculated and precise.
Of course when our lips met for the first time;
It was really great, actually.
Better than I thought,
So I guess science isn’t wrong.
There were smiles and tears,
There were spills and cheers.
Together we built a home,
Together we built a life.
Of course, we did everything together.
You know, because I was kind of your wife.
Really, being married was nice.
It was warm, exciting; it felt right.
You bought me cute vases from cheap shops;
And I cooked extravagant meals, pulling out the stops,
Being as perfect as I could manage.
So when you cracked up and crapped out – I was legitimately damaged.
I had to bury you.
Time passed, flowers grew;
Eventually the grass died in the winter,
I was forced to forget you.
It was hard at first, in this empty house;
But once I got out and got around,
It seemed like finding a new love was super easy.
Like – too easy.
Seriously, it was too easy.
So in no time, it felt, I was married again.
To a fluffy odd man with an awkward grin,
And a giggle that I couldn’t trust,
But it was an odd sort of love, and at times it felt felt like guilt.
I guess it faded overtime because I let it disappear.
I actually convinced my heart to beat faster when my second husband was near.
We became neutral, I suppose, and instead of being upset I let it slide.
It went on like this for several years.
So many years passed, though.
Where did the time go; because I don’t know…
And then at the drop of a hat you came back.
You are a zombie?
Yes, you’re a zombie.
You are the shell of a man that used to be my husband.
I had convinced myself that you were dead,
Because the brain works in mysterious ways?
I guess I just ran away because I no idea what was going on with you.
People change, and sometimes we’re blind to it all.
I thought life was good but I watched you fall,
Without a clue what was even happening.
I guess that’s part of why it was so easy remarrying.
Of course, after I see your face and the way you were willing to fight…
Even though I think both of you men are mad,
The only thing that feels right is starting over with you.
So, yeah, I guess you’re a complete stranger.
And I get that you feel undead, and that you think you’re just a danger to me.
I just want to learn what it’s like to choose the love of my life.
And I think it would be really great,
You know, to be your wife again.
Not right now!
For now, I just want to slow it down.
Do you want to go out?