You're just not enough anymore.

I want to pretend it isn't so, but this skin is too worn to stretch over false smiles and empty eyes.

And I know, I'll miss your penny colored skin that tasted like love-

                And kisses that tasted like lies

                And hand prints that bruised into my thighs

When you ****** me like you cared

                When you hurt me a little, like your wont to do.

                When you traced your name on the small of my back like a tattoo



Fairytales, sweet and juicy as mangoes, aren't enough for me anymore.



Give your sweet syrup to someone who can stomach it better than I.

Let them take all your sound bytes and smiles in to their mouths,

Red tongues warm and wet and alive,

Caressing each vowel and curve of lip,

Until they choke on them.

Let the sugar rot their teeth and burn their throats.

Such candies aren't for me anymore.



And I still crave you,

Still wish for hands splayed across my belly

Holding me like I'm something precious.

I still dream of pulled hair and soft lips

Still want false words of love and promise

Too much like the ****** who won't eat or sleep.



But I can't believe anymore.

I've grown too much to ignore the signs

Faith is a luxury of children and fools and I am neither.

So keep your lies and mangoes and sound bytes;

I've had enough.