we were fucked off of wine and brew.
your eyes were puppy off the ecstasy.
i told you i loved you
in the hotel room;
i didn’t mean it,
but i wanted to scream it.
i missed how it felt on my tongue
and my teeth.
it’s probably not fair,
and the word has so much weight to it,
but i feel so weightless in saying it
and maybe that’s a problem.
i love you the way i love thai food
and the color blue on sunny days,
but i’ve never written about thai food
or sky blues, until now,
and i’m not always in the mood for them
like i am for you.
you make me hungry again.
i’m hungry right now,
so we should do the thai thing, vegan.
we’ll figure it out.