Orange Juice

Orange Juice

He was nice, don’t get me wrong

I almost feel as if we were meant to be

But there was just something missing

Something that didn’t settle

Like the feeling of orange juice and Chinese food

Ajada

He was a sweet guy

but pieces of him always seemed to be sour

Like little kids playing on a play ground

Running freely

I sip my morning OJ

Hoping for a fresh start

After the toothpaste and then a sip of orange juice

The worst sensation ever

He was the worst sensation ever

I always want to wake up to my orange juice

The morning glory of a nice glass

Washing down your gooey blueberry muffin

Feeling refreshed after each sip

Contradicting the harsh acidity in my stomach

My dad tell me to stop drinking so much OJ

I refrain from his advice

I disregard the canker sore that appears on my inner cheek

From the mass amounts of acidity that I have encountered

He was like a canker sore

You just wanted it to go away

Everything is great, until you realize he is causing you pain

You want him out

The canker needs to leave

I wish putting orajel got rid of boys as easily as it does canker sores