Once when you were touching me
& once when you weren't.
I think I stopped writing about it because there are so many people who can say it with more sand in their voice & thunder in their words.
But your smell is still stuck to me
like the post-it note on my mirror
& every clichè you've ever heard is painted onto my heart like goosebumps.
I wish I knew you in an indie film, so I could sit and memorize your mind while the stars broke our backs,
But instead,
You're leaving.
You're leaving and as much as I'd like to tell you (with your cotton t-shirt smell & shy smile & Seattle eyes) to march straight to Hell,
I fell in love with you twice today.
Once when you were touching me & once when you weren't.
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