by Aaron Bryne, he/him
I fall in love so often
That I’ve stopped hitting the ground.
Not that I’d stay down for long,
Lord knows I live for the rebound.
And I hate how it feels.
I don’t know what’s become of me.
That I fall head over heels
For every stranger that I see
A pretty face,
I’m ready to be hurt.
An empty space,
And a self-insert.
But then you go.
Never to be seen again,
A crippling blow.
But I’ve moved on since then.
‘Cause I fall in love so often
That I’ve never hit the ground.
With no one ‘round to hear it,
Who’s to say I’d make a sound?
These strangers, they’ll be
The death of me.
But I have died a thousand times
Already,
To the nearest degree
Of certainty.
Finger’s crossed the next one’s
Extra Deadly.
