scribble scrabble

cross my heart.

teach me how to remember her eye color
i prefer the lines of her lips when she smiles
i want to always know the place and time to exact minute of when we first kissed
not be oblivious to what day of the week it was
i shouldnt have to be picking up on clues to what she wants for her birthday
i ought to know it
and saying forevereverever should leave my mouth with determination,
not subliminally attached to a question mark.
let me crawl into your skin for a minute,
i promise to leave when i learn what love is.