Is one of three things on my mind
Soy sauce came about when the halls,
throughout this dump we call school,
smelt of Chinese food
Logically, I began to crave soy sauce
to go with the morsels
never to touch my tongue

The second, was my bruise
The one on my knee cap that looks
like Uranus
I don't know where it came from
And it hurts like a *****
But, I love it anyway

And the third
You
How your calloused hands grazed
her hair
As you gave her a goodbye hug
How her cheeks lit up with blush as
she walked past me
God only knows if the redness on your cheeks
was from the same thing
or a reflection off of the flannel I used to wear

I feel as salty as the sauce I crave,
As pained as my knee,
And red runs to my cheeks too
Because now I know
Exactly why we broke up