Onto Ramen

The days we spent in our company 

Feel like a dreamy daze now 

the smoke is clearing out, but in reverse 

The memories and conversations 

Are muddier and convoluted

Your strange questions and silly comments 

Come to me like a breeze on a hot humid day, a smile amidst sweat

You know what it’s like when you

Want to stop thinking about how cold it is

But your hands are freezing, and our breath shaky

You’ve made my mind and bones captive like that icy chill

Or maybe it’s like sticky gum on thick soled shoes, defeating the sturdiness  

It’s a bit annoying, but I like it

you’ve been distracting me, I told you I couldn’t afford that 

Can I tell you a secret?

You got me so fed up, that I’m a little addicted

To cigarettes and daydreams 

To karaoke and debates 

Who would have thought pillow talk could be like this

But you’re so nonchalant, I think you hate me 

Do you ?

I know how this ends, we were on borrowed time

one day and then in a split second, five

we are meant to not meant to be

yet, here I sit yearning

in a state of conflict

do I like you or do I like the way you make me feel?

I want it to be both, or at least I think

you’re tough to understand

like a murakami novel

inconsistent and a little surreal

like a plot line that turns out to be a metaphysical dream

this sturdy exterior, or is it all a show and its all fragile and murky like the insides of an egg

are you slicing the eggs right nowadays? 

I don't want to care about how you take your breakfast, 

but the embarrassing truth is, right now I do

tell me, how shall we put this away and say "this too shall pass?"

because the ramen is getting cold