In the dead of night inside a house on the corner of a street,
I could hear an ice cream truck in the outside world
While inside the house seemed like a world of sadness
With people mourning
And tears being shed
And thoughts being whispered.
And though I should have been in the same depressed state as everyone else,
The only thing passing through my mind was,
“Why is the ice cream man selling ice cream at this late hour?”

If You where ice cream
and i was the sun
We wouldn't have much fun,
I think you'd Run
and even though it hurt you,
I'm sure you'd love me all the same,
You'd love me even more
if the ground was flooded by rain
because after the clouds parted
and my beams graced you once more
I'm sure you'd find us both, dripping onto the floor

inside the car with your jeans undone
I held on to your rock hard miniature
like I'm licking a chocolate ice cream flavor
that melts in the heat of summer

how would you let the ice cream melt
if you didn't want it anymore

would you take a blowdryer to its droopy shape
whisper you're sorry but just can't stay

would you compliment the ice cream
watch it blush
let the heat rise to its face
then whisper you're sorry but you're going away

why would you let the ice cream melt
if you crave its texture and taste

when something isnt good for you,
perhaps it is better to let it bleed through
so that you can carry on

would you abandon the ice cream
there on the kitchen table
congealed and sticky and unwanted
letting the drips from the carton signify all of the tears
the ice cream would shed in your absence

Why you lie?

Why you say there's three servings,

When everyone knows, it's only one?

Rude, Haagen Dazs.

Just Rude.


Sincerely,
Lonely, Sad Girl.