“I want to paint the sky with the colours of your smile,”

I whisper as you turn away

not the first time, nor the last.

I reach out for your sleeves

you etch away

like the darkness surrounding a match

eyes forever training

on another

I dig deep into my chest

till my fingers find the red ball

that goes ba bump ba bump

when I look at you

It lays on my palms

my arms outstretch,

“take it” I plea.

You turn away

this time, the last time

Tears well in my eyes,

the fruit in my hands sour

as I pry it apart,

it stings the scars on my fingers

as I squeeze out the juice

There’s now an empty shell

a dead soul

and a jar of lemonade

Cheers, Stupid Girl