day 64

Please don't call me morbid-

I think I discovered what love is today.

I saw her new hair.

She swept it to the side

as I stood here sweeping leaves off their feet

they are dying

and dying to fall in love

Is that how love really feels?

Each cracking in their spines

I love the way they bend so easily for me

Whisper cold words

I hear that

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in their voices

They are giggling together

Nervously.

but I know a shy girl's laughter.

They are dying to be with me

I plucked them from their homes

One

by one

today she dyed her hair red

I pushed off her the swingset in the fourth grade

her knees bled so bloody beautifully

I swear

I think I discovered what love is today

She is so bloody beautiful

Please don't call me morbid-

I think I discovered what love is today.

I saw her new hair.

Sweeping red dye through strands of her own DNA

I kept all her dying words tightly packaged in colored bottles

I would keep them to feel like her

Feel her laughing nervously

Keep remembering the sound of that

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She swept me off my feet

I swept her red dye off my feet.

My soles weren't bleeding.

She was bloody beautiful

I think I discovered what love is today.