threefold ;
how do you know when he has stopped loving you?
she asked me
with honey in her eyes and saltwater in her throat.
i replied with chapped lips and ink stained teeth,
when he no longer hurts twofold
whenever you cry because of him -
that, my dear, is when he stops loving you.
and as unripe fruit spilled from my tongue
she cried for days
and every honeyed tear that hit my shoulder
made my heart sob threefold.
