Orange Crush

A real poem.

I bought my soda, a dollar twenty-five 

It was orange crush, not grape

Then I saw you,

My cheeks turned cherry-flavored red.

I shared my soda with with you, at first two straws now one.

The orange crush soda bonded us.

But after the bottle is finished, you stomp on it.

Your foot rushing against the plastic, completely covering the drink.

Crushing the soda. Crushing my crush on you. Crushing us.

You met Pepsi. It’s sweeter and more of your taste.

Its new and exciting. Fun and dangerous. 

Bubbly. 

It’s not me. That crushes my heart. 

Now I drink soda alone, despising Pepsi. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

:)))))))))))))))) not a Pepsi fan either Otter! orange Crush is far more the exciting and dangerous fizz says i .. but has drifted into a twilight zone ... becoming a trigger for a more innocent time ... i like the personifications .. creative and unique .. nice to meet you ... welcome to the Cafe'
E.