Staring at this drink,
Waiting for an answer
Nothing feels better than you touching me
I'm briefly elated
Then your bright green eyes pierce through
You're hesitating and I'm searching
For words you'll find convincing
I realize that
After little deliberation
You're leaving too

Abandoned, transplanted,
Cursed, watching time in reverse
Feeling my frail white bones sink
To where my thinks don’t think
Now I hesitate,
Staring at this drink