You.
A cherub, it may seem.
All golden and warm.
Once I looked upon you and wept
For the beauty before me touched me.
A smile, a laugh, a look.
I felt a balm upon my soul when
You lay your weight upon me.
Then it came.
The beauty became tainted
Displeasure and impetuousness
Clinging to you like rank sweat.
I turned away and you whirled me around.
It was then that I got a good look at you.
The gold turned to cheap
Flourescent lighting.
The warmth to a sticky heat.
The cherub to a fat, spoiled child.
And now I leave.