!!!!!!!!!!!1's Journal (original) (raw)

12:47a

o u r s 'our love is like the border between greece and albania.'

ours is pensive, sucked on like hard candy, swilled like burgundy. it is to be deliberated and considered. it is always the wait. it is in the details: your exact adjective. ours is the poetry of unrequited friday night kisses. ours is a four letter word. it is in the last sip of what we drink to each other, glasses lifted, arms open. ours is strange and sweet, an emotional nectarine. it is the warm buzz of drunkenness, the blurry weight of vicodin, the double-edged buss of cinnamon. your hands strum my heartstrings: your love is a small felt envelope of pulled molars, perenially kept in the back of a dresser drawer, forever a part of you, uneasily replaced. when we are not there, we feel it in the back of our mouth- missing (teeth). our love is spelled like it sounds: simultaneous and mutual. it is in the ink we spill, letters and sketches, forever cntrl+c'ed and cntrl+v'ed onto the c:/ of our hearts, binary love, stored, remembered. ours is documented by tapping keyboards and scribbling hands, journaled and updated and familiarized. ours is the secret walk across the parking lot, fleeting and still everlasting, from burns lane across king.