You've made it sweeter.

My eyes are burning from too much salt water and baked bananas are filling my lungs. You are sweet with all of your poi-spinning and burned lyrics but I think I'll just sulk for a while anyway. I want to get stoned and converse with a cat who's ear is missing a sliver. Emerald eyes and playful claws. But you've made me some music and cats don't like dancing. I am deep in thought behind a down-turned face because this limbo is washed out florescence. I am blue tones of gray. I am jellyfish dried on the beach. I am dreaming of August. And your kindness has turned me to lemon meringue.