Jessica Smith (Poetry)

electric colored memories

I tossed and turned, cursing your name in my head,
pleading for you to eat your words from the night before.
Not quite lies, not quite truths
just fairytale feelings that I knew wouldn't last
when the sun came up and the serotonin went down.
My fear of you disappeared that night,
and I let it all go and fell into your eyes.

Now techno beats and radiohead
make thoughts of you flood my head
and butterflies swarm my stomach.
But all I'll have is elecrtic colored memories
because I think you've given up
on whatever it was we never had.