drinking my strawberry milkshake

it began with an awkward hug. but, awkward for who? i couldn't tell. you were beautiful-- how different from everything else in this place. yet, i could see in your eyes the cracked glass. you talked to me in drowned undertones of love and of pain: both topics that i couldn't help with. all i could do was feebly stare back at you and reach out to touch your hair like a little boy. you hugged me tightly with tears. and then, you were gone.

all i was left with was my strawberry milkshake alone.