home tastes like

coffee creamer

with a side of

ninety degree humidity

that curdles my sanity

it sounds like

being seventeen

thinking

I can take a right on red

skidding into

another car

the cop asking me

”are you high?”

I think I might have smiled at that

I just wanted a salad

officer

the fewer calories

the better

emptiness

served up cold

the better

to survive

being someone

I loathe

the feeling of warmth and happiness you feel when you see his smile, you feel those emotions again while he walks past you. You cant help but feel your face make a smile and your eyes follow him, your mind, body and soul given to him. The smell of his perfume when he walks by fill up your nose, such a sweet and pleasent smell. You could hear his foot steps slowly fading away as he walks away, to his bride and you stare at him feeling all those emotions again.