i hate this poem

Hi there, up for grabs. You're a popcorn for a thought. Like my parents, can't understand the difference between fun and feeling good, you can't either. Why I can't think right now? My mind is still in seattle. there's a premonition as melted aluminum tasting lozenge falls apart down my throat. I'm watching whims of apprehension fall off the tip of your tongue. You're still my sweetheart.