Spoiler
Insanely bored, so the idea was to come up with a random title and then create a poem where each line started with the corresponding word, like the first line "C", the next "H," etc., so it's not very good, but I didn't really want to delete it or keep it cluttered on my computer. So, tear it apart. XD
Cherries wash red blood on vanilla icecream, red berries ravaged after being plucked off of stems.
He stared at his, rolled it in his fingers. “She could tie a cherry stem in her mouth,” he says.
Even double-chocolate and vanilla scooped can’t take away the melancholy flavor,
Racking us with self-pity if only we didn’t have the other to feel so sorry for.
Really, we are utterly pathetic, sitting on the couch so miserably.
“You know she isn’t everything,” I remind him. He nods dubiously.
Silence cuts the room to slices and segments, until the couch is divided too,
Tang natural on one side, the other sugared and sweet.
Ever the optimist, I only hope to be the sweeter side.
My heart is devoured faster than a sundae, but the stem knots on my tongue,
Silently reminding him that she is not the only one, as I reveal it in my hand.
