o1.
B L U E

blue lines on paper, running from one side of the page to the other
blank white rectangles in between where words are meant to go
but i can't think of the right way to tell you i love you
(years later, i will be in the same situation
but instead, i'll be trying to figure out
the right way to tell you i was
wrong about you
and
i)

o2.
R E D

dark red lines against pale white skin
from every time you told me i wasn't enough
from every single time i feared you didn't love me as much as you said
and from the days where your love wasn't enough.
dark red fades to a light, wilted pink
lines that will stay forever, lines that will always remind me of you
no matter how much time passes and no matter how much
i promise myself i don't care

o3.
P I N K

lines on the palms of my hands that are meant to tell me
how long i'll live, how many children i'll have, how my love life will go
a long curved line from one end of my palm to the other
how do you translate that into years?
and you used to run your fingers up and down those lines
you used to tell me i was going to have three children
and i always used to think they would be yours

o4.*
W H I T E*

white lines spread across the table
just to get you out of my mind
i say goodbye to my brain cells when i inhale
i wonder if the long pink line
on the inside of my palm
shrinks as i shorten my life
after i decide one line isn't enough
and i need at least four more
because i can't stop thinking
about the line i drew
between you and i
and how you crossed it
like you never even saw it
in the first place