You and I,
Our love is like the week-old
Confetti cake
On my table. yesterday
It seemed like such a fine idea
To run my tongue along the
Length of the pan, lapping up
The rainbow frosting, so delicious
Was our love at first
Such a fine idea, you were
As you filled my head with sweet
Nothings. today I pay
The price of that confetti cake
Frosting now gumming up my
Insides, an excess of sweet
Saccharine nothings, you were
Such a fine idea once
But now the confetti cake
On my table, or rather the container -
You and I,
We harbor only hardened crumbs and the
Crusted edges are not so sweet
Anymore.