My thoughts getting flossy
and stretched too thin to hold you in them, cotton candy

Candy hearts melting in the heat of the summer, the heat of the moment

Momentarily I forgot about the pancakes on the stovetop,
and they almost burned
Burned by all the times you have spoken to me like I suddenly did not matter,
instead of our conversations being poured from a bottle of maple syrup
Syrupy, slurred speech from your efforts to redeem yourself,
and be cloyingly sweet

Sweet surrender, I have come down with a cold
Cold shoulder leaving me isolated,
and feigning my role of an outsider looking in
In my medicine cabinet, my cough syrup is running out
Out of excuses to make for myself,
choosing to be stubborn and muscle through a sore throat
Throat filled with all my thoughts that I cannot make pour out of my mouth like

Syrup