let lemons be angry

I was perfectly happy today despite my pounding headache and the heat. Everything is wonderful, just like in ralph lauren ads with the labrador puppies tumbling over grass and blue jeans. A picture of lazy heaven, simple joy. Or maybe even pop colour retro, a fabulous dizzy swirl of lime yellow and pink. I was sold. Everything's good, right? But tonight you shocked me by shaking your head no. And everything's spoiled now. I can't help but be hurt; after this time i think we're even. I blame It for taking you away and never giving you back fully. I blame It for dragging your mind into some dungeon of the past that the present can't destroy. I talk, you talk, we laugh. Do i talk too much, do you mean to roll your eyes? Here i am, running on empty, insecure, overcompensating.