once upon a times sound great in storybooks -
but real life takes twice the effort to go half as far.
thrice your heart has been turned inside out,
and you swear the fourth will be different;
but five months later you could be down again,
and your sixth sense revives ghosts of lovers past -
wondering,
is it me? was i wrong? why can't i get it right?
fall off the horse, they say, eight times,
but stand up nine.
distance makes this heart grow fonder,
sweetness - and in fondness it will remain.
you're exhausted looking for something whole,
become less certain with each new start
but sometimes what we need is in the numbers
we too often overlook.
my soul, these numbers love you,
and there in love will remain.