well i woke up to the sound of silence the cars

were cutting like knives in a fist fight

and i found you with a bottle of wine

your head in the curtains and heart like the fourth of July

i saw Jisung tonight, it must have been three months. i didn't think he'd recognize me. we were at the bar, and he smiled when he say me. i can't remember the last time that happened.

"triple shot vanilla latte."

he didn't ask me why it had been so long, he didn't ask me why i was there alone.

instead he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the center of the crowd. his eyes were sparkling, hopeful or maybe drunk. he smelled like red wine, and his teeth glinted wildly.

"it's like the eye of a hurricane. move in any direction and it's chaos. stay here with me."

and so I did