Eyes meet
shuffle feet across the hall,
inject him with the needle of your eye.
Have a kiss, have candies
because what's it going to hurt?
Shroud yourself in mist so thick
that it blinds you and binds you
to the hiccups in your heart that
never stop
never stop
never stop
the pink-cloud kiss you had to take
the clichéd heartbreak
has no place here.
These days I'm sure that
vials of liquor tossed from the rooftops
of the places you once shared
crush easier than candies
but the ego doesn't care.