I look at you and I am looking
at fireworks
Bright, blinding and fascinating
But my eyes are wide open
And I'm not interested
That you're way up in the sky
Unreachable
Everybody's looking up
like me
But not everybody's sick,
like me,
of watching bright colors unfold
of watching you vomit perfection
like it has to be gotten out of your system
because it's already too much
even your body can't handle it
Let me put it this way
Imagine all the butterflies
that rested their own chaos in my
stomach