Three Weeks After Valentine’s Day
Red glitter lips,
Cali champagne,
eating boxed chocolates
from Valentine’s Day.
Bouncing my leg,
I’m feeling insane
with all of these bubbles
inside of my brain.
I’m not crying or down,
I’m just in distress
with this white lingerie
underneath my dress.
I pour myself another
because I have no limits
with floral lace and
strings where my hips end.
The bubbles converse with me
as they float up the glass,
then disappear into the air
I knew that it’d never last.