Another Ode [to you]

It all seems so bright,
too hot to touch,
though I feel like
licking it,
because it looks like it
tastes amazing, like
chocolate frosting, like
rainbows and Skittles and coffee and donuts and pie.

Do you follow?

I think I lost you,
back when
I still cared, but you forgot
how great it feels, when
you started taking it all
for granted.

You lost it
when you forgot that you have to
look
really really hard
to be able to see me;
you should have listened more--
even though I talk in a tiny voice,
I say big things.

I could have rocked your world, harder than
tripping three days straight, better than
your latest fling, faster than
that bullet train, stronger...
I'm sure you understand.

And do you ever wonder
how brightly
we could have shown together?
A thousand suns would pale,
fail and die
with envy.

But I can burn just as hot
without you.