/Facts are facts./

The world could do without school shootings-

My eyes were always glued to the glass gate like some vigil tool.

A universally permissible thing that it was-

Exclusively Cupid who did it as you stepped into our school.

And I'm a fast runner.

Always runner-ups weren't we?

Two of us, second choices- choosing- One another,

Walking Session Road as an excuse of

meeting others.

Hot day, one straw, take a sip of our lemonade.

Squeezed between our abdomen, cooled by the mountain.

Boring bulletin boards of your millionaire-Manila-model girlfriend.

Beneath blonde lands, she left you for a mansion.

And I'm a fast runner.

Lemon skin in my mouth,

Ice balanced between our tongue.

No fruit tastes bitter or sour now

For I think this is the sweetest.