sober

crush,

My mind is a bowl of green tea flavored icecream. It's healthy. Although it melts. That is, when left out for too long. Sometimes I am left out for too long. And I melt. I think a butterfly attacked my stomach. Actually I know this, crush. It scares me. You scare me. But your smile remains warm. And I remain healthy. I'd like to attack your face. And everything else. I'd just rather not melt. Let's take a holiday.

I keep rising, I'm not the type to sink low. And I think your that type too. I can make you mix cds. And you can tell me I'm pretty. Fair deal?

-your secret admirer