My Broken Heart

You had me eating
from the palm of your hand.

Your confectionary affections
were artificially-flavored.

Your lips spoke candy-coated lies
and chocolate-covered deceit.

You melted in my mouth;
the aftertaste was bitter.

The sweet nothings you whispered
were just empty nothings.

You’re a cavity;
you rot my teeth.

So take your sugary ruse
and infect someone else.

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