Your too sweet love
Pours over me
Like fake amber maple syrup
I'm starting to drown in the thickness of it.

I gasp for air and ask for help
But you don't know why
And my scars are a mystery to you
And my drug is invisible to you.

You turn away and blindly say
You don't know that part of me and you don't care to.

You know me like you know the moon;
You’ve only ever seen it at night,
In the same light,
You have only viewed one side.

And I’ve been everywhere,
Even to the dark side of the moon
And I tell you about it
I’m stranded here but you refuse to believe it.

It is as if I'm asking you
To drink poison,
How could you tarnish
Your perfect image of me?

So you keep walking
With your head in the clouds
Oblivious to my calls below
While I try to bring you back down.

Woe-is-me as I earnestly
Remind you: your feet are on the ground.

You don’t love me,
You love that photo shopped,
Made-up,
Torn and frayed picture of me.

Yet I cannot make you see the truth,
So I cling to the
Overly sweet love you give me,
This maple syrup is all I have left.

You hold me so moldily
Just like the too-ripe fruit in the bowl in my pantry.

I might as well try
So here I go again
Trying to convince you
Of the dark side of the moon.

But you never
Had ears for me
Only eyes for me
And petty lies for me.

You always told me
You wanted to travel
To the moon,
But here I am,
Alone and trying to build a rocket ship.