i think i have fallen in love
the same amount of times i've lived.
it's a number that has yet to be discovered,
a discovery that awaits in the constellations of mercury
and seizes to settle down as the clashes of hues continue to battle in my mind.
i think i've fallen in love
the same amount of times i've lived.
it feels cramped,
the desire to break free from watermelon drizzle on cheeks and two-lipped secrets that shed through the thickest skin.
the crescent shaped birthmarks litter our nose bridges and kiss upon the periwinkle that hug the dawned sky.
if love had a twin, it would be 'lies.'
i think i've fallen in love
the same amount of times i've lived.
for the days under the shack of cherry mauve
and your hands that swim deep in my bones of destined denials.
may i see you once more after we run away from the homes of shame and come back as two souls intertwined as not 'us,' but 'them.'
i think i've fallen in love
the same amount of times i've lived.
record scratch on memories that take up facts about the world that i grew up in.
the way everytime i try to rewind to a scripture in a book,
i can only think of your aching hands that cooled down my growing pains.
oh, how i miss you.
but your love is nothing more that twisted fate.
i think i've fallen in love
the same amount of times
i wish i'd never met you.
but endlessly,
i know it's the same amount of times
that i'm petrified living once again.
you will be in the next life,
because that's how much i love you.
