Piscean Warfare
Written by Daphne Bryant
Perhaps it is not that I fall in love too quickly, but that I fall in love too hard. I don’t enjoy it all that much these days, but it is who I am. My mind is too cloudy and my heart is too big, and it needs to be shared or else I will die. Whatever you want I’ll give it to you.
Do you remember dancing forever and ever on my queen-sized bed, rolls of film to document our infatuation? Let’s leave the rest of the world behind, pack our bags, go on some arbitrary trip. Just the two of us, alone. We’ll cook breakfast together, we’ll kiss while our toes kiss the ocean, we’ll share wired headphones, we’ll be each other’s airport crush.
I could have just met you a week ago, I’ll still dream about you like you’re the one. Are you?
God I can’t keep my mouth shut. I want to tell everyone about you, but it’s not like I have you.
Perhaps the problem is not that I am a Pisces, but that everyone else is not.
