An Open Letter to a Ruby-Shoed Pixie

Oh, haven't you heard?
It'll go away in a day or two.

Fond boy with a flower in his heart
Only hours from the start
He's invested all he's got
So he'll stalk the stocks
And stock up on Pepto-Bismol
'Cause he's giving hugs to toilets
And spoiling his dinner

Big rock, with a fire at its core
If it's buried under layers
Then what's it gonna warm?
I'm tired of knowing not
What's enough and what's a lot
'Cause I only remember
The feelings I forgot

I think my anatomy's mad at me for being so
Adamantly dramatic and emphatically infatuated, in fact
I'd rather be glad we waited until after we graduated
Than be packing our bags, half-saturated and sadly debating it
Maybe it's lazy of me to sedate our relationship
And date the creations I made with it, but baby
A baby needs something to play with and glue to
When you drop out halfway through peekaboo
You speak in resisted grins
I couldn't sleep after leaving them
I didn't eat for a week
But then again, I've always been weak and thin
Honestly, I've lost full nights contemplating these awful rhymes
Those long drives felt like such short trips with you on the mind
I don't think about you that much, just... all the time.

May I be meta for a minute please?
Pin metaphors and similes
Against the floor in mental scores
And sorely beat them 'til they bleed?
Grey eyes, crowned by solar halos
Follow throes of warm tornados
Blow away those omens
Made of painful days and poorly made oaths
And later, I'll grow flowers in your absence,
Then go shower in more absinthe
Wrap my towel 'round sore abs
And then pour hours into mapping out just
How I'll keep this tower from collapsing
While foundations made from
Sweet and sour serenades relapse and start relaxing