/confetti

you conjure in me so many urges
such as the desire to just throw confetti
you make my face contort like spongebob's
when he cries with eagerness that he's ready

i swear these feelings are against my will
as if cupid shot me against my wishes
because though i salivate at the sight of pudding
i find your scent even more delicious

it's unhealthy, a sickness, and a curse i'm sure
as if a love potion were slipped into my drink
because though yesterday, i had carefree thoughts,
today you're all i can see whenever i think