all the few minutes i was with you, there were fizz bubbles popping
in my brain
orange soda sugar rush, you once were.
our conversation empty, and they tell me that's how it is
with people who use each other. i keep a hair tie, you keep my yellow lighter.
my days, i can't think much of anything else so i think of you
as much as i hate you.
not as much as i hate myself, though.
withholding a butter knife and daydreaming of an october
where that scribbled flight ticket stub was clean.
i would've stayed clean.
all my loneliness, they're shaped like you.
that's why i end up at the same cul de sac everytime with the fizzy sound
all off in my brain when i leave.
