I’ve only been in love twice.


the first time I fell

I was thirteen

he was fifteen

lived around the corner

and the reason we became such good friends was

because between the two of us

we had all the answers.

we fought fire with fire

and after the explosion

we remain in the aftermath still

to this day.

I know it because she can’t look me in the eye

when she talks about you

for fear I’ll see

I still have what she wants.


the second time was trying

at eighteen

he

I was sure

was someone special

and so foreign to me.

I said there was something between us.

he called it “Canada”.

and I spoke to him

my favorite words

and to this day

I carry his heart, I carry it in.


part of the only reason i have so much hope for the future

is how

limitless our world is now.

it makes me sadder

for all those who lost out on love

because the right mode of transportation

hadn’t been invented yet.