something that will always be there for me,
hennessy, or the panacea to a heartache
i can’t understand. do you not sometimes get that
feeling within your body? not butterflies, but
the feeling of why the rain seems to speak to me,
when i should be in disagreement, loudly
louder than its thunderous roar, just like your body
after hennessy it appears to be an atlas of
my journey, between each follicle is an opportunity
to disintegrate my insecurities. what would i
do without you? hennessy, only you can
understand me. not just attempt as an effort
to appear as though this means something to you, but
actually understand me. honestly, i do not
see how this harms me (that’s what my friends
say). i’m not one to go against them, but can
you rebut me when i say that neither did you feel
that your previous relationship could have harmed you? yet it did. so baby,
…….. i mean hennessy. take me away to distant
beds, where a sin is used to repent
past sins.
Brandon Choo
metaphorical insanity. 