You text me,
Wishing me happy birthday,
Asking me how I’ve been,
And all kinds of other cloying ****
And when I see you,
You smile and talk sweetly,
Your words like saccharine,
Artificial and with a bitter aftertaste.
As if nothing ever happened,
Or as if you don’t remember.
I smile sweetly back,
A sugary glaze that I paint my lips with,
But I’m murdering you inside,
Your blood and tears like sticky candy canes,
Because honey, I remember
Everything.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
You text me,
Wishing me happy birthday,
Asking me how I’ve been,
And all kinds of other cloying ****
And when I see you,
You smile and talk sweetly,
Your words like saccharine,
Artificial and with a bitter aftertaste.
As if nothing ever happened,
Or as if you don’t remember.
I smile sweetly back,
A sugary glaze that I paint my lips with,
But I’m murdering you inside,
Your blood and tears like sticky candy canes,
Because honey, I remember
Everything.
