They say alcohol inhibits the part of your brain that inhibits you from being anything but acceptable in society
But many other things have that impact on me like the night time and you in sundresses and poetry
I eat grapes and think of the time in 8th grade we spoke about having babies when we grew up
It's funny to me that there was ever a time in my life I wanted to be a mother
I tie my laces funny because sometimes we never learn things even when we grow up
But I will figure out taxes and how to cook spaghetti in your favourite sauce, just give me a little more time
We've made so many pacts but I wonder if they were for dramatic effect or if you still think about me the way one thinks about the love of their life
It's been a while that I've stopped being certain about things in life
Other than that 1+2=3 and Me-You= searching
Searching for having a new equation, a new narrative for my life
Where a person who is not me does not mean more than me to me
I still have to learn to eat ramen with chopsticks and get that Polaroid camera and put flowers in my hair
When will I wear those high waisted jeans and drink coca cola out of a glass bottle and hear music out of a Walkman?
Wait, I was born in the future
But why do I like things that are out of fashion?
Letters and cakes with a biscuit base and sincerity
I want to wear a puffy dress and twirl to music I will never hear again but always smile to the memory of
Some things are better as subjects of poems and dreams than of reality and misery
Every time we kissed I knew we didn't have many to go
So the last time we met I didn't kiss you even though you were puzzled and upset
I want to save it
I want to see you again
When oranges are back in season, can we see each other again?
This time I too will wear a sundress and maybe your prefrontal cortex will be inhibited enough to tell me you love me.
