Cranberries and Troy

A freewrite,

You forgot,
quiet mouse,
that we used to be in love.
As though a fact that
obvious could be claimed by humans.
We only know of god
and the mixture of salt
and chocolate.
Any creature with
the knowledge of a tomorrow
cannot love.
Its obvious, we must forgive
our minds for changing.
And our livers for giving in
to our heart’s repair settings.
Which set of eyes
will finally send me into cirrhosis?
Hopefully, she will be brilliant
and i can blame it
on intelligent design;
interior lead coated semi-
gloss.
Shine on, those promises
we kept like secrets
in high school.
I pity those who heed warnings,
for theirs is the kingdom of happiness.