he asked me if i was forgetting something
that i owed him one back.
i told him that I didn't owe anyone anything, and i didn't even have to ask
what he meant.
we wandered around each other's words for too long, and not long enough.
he stayed near my face too long
and not long enough.
definitely not long enough,
or i might not owe him.
( "i'm worried that if i were to cry, the good parts of you that i've seen would be washed off." )
do you think that i'm beautiful?
or that i have just enough to make you happy.
am i a relic you'll clean out of your room when it's frayed at the edges?
that won't be a problem, i don't think.
i was born frayed at the edges.
my mom always told me that she could tell how hard i would be to love that day based off of my hair:
how wild it was in her face when we woke up that morning.
i always knew my hair could predict the weather.
then there was the first one that loved my ears.
the first time i heard him,
everything in my head woke up.
all the monsters,
waiting for my feet to dangle in front of their yellow eyes.
all the rollercoaster carts
ready to plummet into my stomach
fell.
every color i had ever felt on my tongue
and breathed into my lungs through my fingertips
like brail
they all came together just to fly off of the rails.
i traced every line of him in the air with my eyes closed,
his crescendo hands that move like cocaine
cello solo shoulders that taste like lemon aid.
the first one to love my eyes was inky
and creamy white.
loose and lovely, and sometimes heavy, sometimes light.
they still love me, long after i left them in a pile of melting leather and bleeding black.
his pages fell onto my tongue and
the first time i tasted him, he pinched my lip.
the blood in my mouth tasted the same as the bees in my ears
when he called my name.
opened my white knuckled fists to place lucky pennies in my palms.
she loved my mind, my arms and sides
even when i hated them and her.
the first time i kissed her on the nose, no one forgot anything.
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