An Open Letter to a Ruby - Shoed Pixie

Oh, haven't you heard? It'll go away in a day or two. Fond boy with a flower in his heart Only hours from the start He's invested all he's got So he'll stalk the stocks And stock up on Pepto-Bismol 'Cause he's giving hugs to toilets And spoiling his dinner Big rock, with a fire at its core If it's buried under layers Then what's it gonna warm? I'm tired of knowing not What's enough and what's a lot 'Cause I only remember The feelings I forgot I think my anatomy's mad at me for being so Adamantly dramatic and emphatically infatuated, in fact I'd rather be glad we waited until after we graduated Than be packing our bags, half-saturated and sadly debating it Maybe it's lazy of me to sedate our relationship And date the creations I made with it, but baby A baby needs something to play with and glue to When you drop out halfway through peekaboo You speak in resisted grins I couldn't sleep after leaving them I didn't eat for a week But then again, I've always been weak and thin Honestly, I've lost full nights contemplating these awful rhymes Those long drives felt like such short trips with you on the mind I don't think about you that much, just... all the time. May I be meta for a minute please? Pin metaphors and similes Against the floor in mental scores And sorely beat them 'til they bleed? Grey eyes, crowned by solar halos Follow throes of warm tornados Blow away those omens Made of painful days and poorly made oaths And later, I'll grow flowers in your absence, Then go shower in more absinthe Wrap my towel 'round sore abs And then pour hours into mapping out just How I'll keep this tower from collapsing While foundations made from Sweet and sour serenades relapse and start relaxing