bananas

Got punched in the face and mouth
In backseat of my now-ex drug
Dealer’s car, outside my mother’s
House, I have only myself

To blame for it- worse part is

I love you more now that
You are ‘so over us’

I love you best when

You are lucid, but
You never seem
To need me

During such moments.

Currently, I am applying Neosporin
To my track marks and scars

While tossing plastic glow n’ the dark
Stars up in the air

And making wishes

For your smile to widen/brighten or

For my hair to turn orange

You gonna say you’re bananas for me?
Or at least that you adore my crazy?