An Open Letter to a Ruby-Shoed Pixie - Teddy Hyde

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 throws 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 absinth

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