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.