melted

soulmates aren't dollar coins

they ask you/what is he to you?/and you have no answers/so you shake your head/one way or another/hoping that/they won't take him away/but hoping that/he'll disappear
and take your uncertainty/away with him/he walks by/and your breath disappears/
screeching to a halt

(he tells you your shoe size is in the negative numbers, and you change the tag on your heel.)

your mother asks/do you believe in soulmates?/and you know/that she's asking/do you believe in him?/but you are/merely switzerland/and so you shrug/half-heartedly/
questioning her/questioning yourself

(the broken teenage hearts on the internet say
that there is no such thing as true love, but they long for it all the same.)

a simple google search/turns into weeks/of scanning and suspecting/everything/and you feel/as if you can't trust yourself/but you can trust anyone else/and you can tell you are falling apart/but you comply with the rules/as the grey lady sweeps your papers away/and he has nothing to do with it/but you think of him anyway

(you regret calling him a brother, but you can find no other words that describe him, blazing sun rays scorching his figure into your retinas.)