vanilla thunder

and i french kiss our memories goodbye
tongue and all for the last time
like the night i vacuumed the vanilla sprinkles out of your chocolate taste-buds with my tongue
do you remember that night we had cupcakes

i kissed you

you were vanilla
i was chocolate
we were angels floating on the wings of god

every single star was sucked out of the universe and lost in the rims of your eyelids that night

i think i’m ok without you now

lightning is less frightening without thunder
you were my thunder
now you are gone
i feel safe

i like the sunshine
fog up the windows of my soul with short breaths dripped in honeydew dewdrops of morning

i like the sunshine
even though i don’t see your body imprinted into the fabric of the sheets of my soul anymore

i like the sunshine
even though it is always running away from me
i will chase it

i try to catch it’s rays as they stab into my abdominal then pierce into my heart
i am being sacrificed
but i do not mind
because i still taste the vanilla extract in between my gums

i’ll kiss my teeth and pretend they were you
and no one will ever know
that i’ve trapped you in my taste-buds

and i french kiss our memories goodbye once last time
because i like the sunshine
and i am utterly tired of vanilla...