I brought my favourite drink.
One you once told me not to.
You were just a stranger then.
Not even one of my closest friends.
It's funny how the fizz.
Reminded me of you.
Then again you told me,
Lots of things.
That became untrue.
You shook me up.
So good.
So much so.
I wish I could forget.
The way you taste.
Instead I'll screw the cap back on.
To stop the fizzing and frothing.
Bottle you up.
With my sinking emotions.
So that you drowned the way.
I did.
When you first kissed my lips.