"No More Cliff Richard"

To that boy I met and told me this: I laughed and laughed at the time, but now i don't know what it is.
Hilarity has faded and a cliche stereotypical 'meh' has sat on top of my head.

Meh.

So, i wrote this once it was still hot:

Bursting bubbles
definitely the warmest experience
Metaphorically speaking,
it's disgustingly pleasurable
the puss.
The Ooze. The guilt.
the dirt. the excitement.
Unusual?
Am I doing it right?
Shut up and fight.
Touch.
Just that.
Erase. All upsetting discussions
will pause.
Just for a second.
'till you've done it;
realised it;
seen it;
said it; felt it. In there,
everything painted
in its shade.
And again you can totally move on.

I shall clearly be repeating this error not.