like Childish Gambino said, it’s Tuesday afternoon and I ain’t got shit to do but fall in love with you. Like let’s not tell the world because it’ll ruin it, as it does most great things. Like swimming towards where the sky meets the ocean and falling off, but way less cliche. Like filling our lungs with air and diving deep till we can’t see light above. even if we have to come up for air eventually. let’s pretend that we know. Know the secret/ and have the key/ and hold the tune/ and know the words. Maybe when you kiss me, it’ll be last time so do it as if it is. Like a meteor might be coming for us as we sleep.

The marks left on your body were never a sign of ownership, but a bread crum to bring me back, a sign that it actually happened. like a dream within a dream. like the raven that flew in our window took in it’s beak the key, but we did hold it in our fingers for a moment. Like we’ve forgotten the tune but our vocal cords still remember singing it. Like the secret was locked away in a safe, that was dropped off a cliff, but we do remember that there was something to remember . Like perhaps we never knew the words but we were damn good at improvising and I’m getting ahead of myself, as I tend to do but I like to be prepared. One can only free fall so many times without eventually packing a parachute, and a dictionary in the language to the city where you’ll land, lost but knowing that the drop was worth it.