i like things in twos because everyone does things in threes and i want to be "different" makes me the same
i like two because it's the number of dashes i put in my facebook status and not to mention the number of ellipses that end all my sentences in twos
i like things in twos because it's not things in threes because things in three come from the holy trinity and the bible and i'm sorry, but i wasn't born christian like 99% of those who surround me
my feet move in beats of twos when i walk knowing that i'm strong all by myself don't need NO man to stand on my two feet.
i like things in twos because i feel like my family has never been together long enough to be called four or three and not it's two but soon to be one
i like things in two because two is short like the time i had with you like the memories i have of you like my memory of you are short father
two is the number of eyes that look at me and speak minutes of words with one glance the ones that have watched me grow and don't judge me and give me the space to be not like her or him but me even though i am both
those two eyes that sacrifice ten more minutes of sleep to sit with me on the couch watching garbage television that she doesn't even like but it means to be next to me and to remind me that there will always be 2
because 1 and 1 is two because two is just as lonely as one because life still goes on because i'm scared of one yes, i'm scared of one because two is the number of seconds my heart beats before i realize i still need you and two is the number of beats that were two too many to be away from you mother
i like two because one is lonely and i've felt lonely but, only the lonely you feel when you realize that everyone is lovely
life always came in twos two hands, two feet, two eyes two lovers, two houses, no home let's call this divinity in its purest sense two wooden deities to come home to two cathedrals to worship a father in one, a savior in the other let's call this a crusade let's burn all inhibitions and set the world as it should be on fire let's call this a calamity when the ceiling leaks from summer rain let's seek refuge in the walls of another let's live in twos let's call this fate let's call being torn - destiny let's call this drought a blessing let's love backwards in between abandoned castles and rotten citadels let's call living between two creators the natural order of the world as we know it let's look to where the sun rises and sun sets let's forgive the world for being in twos let's forgive this covenant and make one of our own let us accept this cosmic symmetry we are not halves but whole too.
written for/during creative writing class, based on the painting "christina's world" by andrew wyeth.