wrong

thought it would be the perfect day
if i told you it was
raining chocolate,

i was counting on sweet precipitation
herding you from shelter into the fields,
chasing us
to collision,
stuck forever, embracing you forever
in sugary slime,

but,

you didn't have to consume half that hill by yourself and left me here hungering with the void you left behind.

next time if the chocolate came with that much gravity: run
if it came at the heels of the world shaking her head in disapproval, presumably of our affair: run

you don't have to look back, only know i will be right behind, chasing after you,
collision in mind, holding you in mind, being stuck forever in mind,

in sugary slime.



2013.oct.25