Her

I remember when we met as kids.
And we still believed in incredible things.
Her smile,her laughter.
 
I could just drink it in.
And when it subsides,her laughter.
A beautiful smile bringing me in.
 
I remember when we became teens.
And we were no longer kids.
We started going on dates.
 
To movies,playing games.
We were just enjoying our lives.
As we let out content sighs.
 
But years later,a virus had spread.
And her emotions,all I could read was fear.
And maybe holding back a tear.
 
I protected her the best I could.
Really,protected the ones i should.
But the virus spread to my love.
 
And now,looking at her was hard.
Even though she was transforming into another.
Into a zombie,none other.
 
I still loved her all this time.
And I hoped one day we would be fine.
The apocalypse slowly spread.
 
But did I even manage to forget?
I stayed by her side at all times.
And I remembered our childhoods,the good old times.
 
But even as a zombie,she wants my heart.
She doesn't want to eat my brain.
Or infect me hard.
 
I knew,that living like this could be impossible for us.
But I kept on going,for me,for thus.
As she eventually became braindead.
 
I still loved her,no matter what was in her head.
She slowly changed overtime.
But she did not start looking fine.
 
I knew the apocalypse had spread.
And the sides of my face were wet.
Oh,and the way she told me.
 
If I were a zombie,I'd never eat your brain.
And I would prefer to devour another woman or man.
Because our love story could be kinda gory.
 
I never wanted your brain.
I just wanted your heart,whether you are a woman or a man.
And all of our friends try to kill us.
 
But we can change the way they see us.
Deep down,jealousy about you and me.
And I try not to infect you at all.
 
Because even now,you make me feel whole.
She said as she took my hands.
And this was our last chance.
 
I decided to follow.
Now we are both zombies,but never hollow.