Sometimes I wonder why we act so weird when we’re tired and constantly I’m puzzled by the weather’s disorder that I can’t seem to name.  It’s like I’m so distracted by your caffeinated eyes that I drop my ice cream and that was my favorite flavor but I don’t care because in this moment it’s just you and I and that old bar that smells like cigarette ashes and cancer. It’s cliche to say your mouth tastes like sugar so I’ll say you taste like soft hair and grey pictures. Your skin feels like velvet clouds and my old air conditioner. I love kissing your dimples when you sing to me and squishing your face when I haven’t seen you for two days. Your fingers move so swiftly when you play piano and all I can do is observe and grin. Coffee ice cream is our favorite and I love you so I’m willing to give you mine and I know that if it slips out of my hands into the cold grass you’ll share yours with me.