Bitter.
Like a poisoning scent of wine,
The tickle of heat leaving my skin
as you kiss me with those ripe citrus lips
and pin me against the icy tomb.
This chapel, made of smooth stones
carved by your lies trapping me,
next to you, my true nightmare.
Snaking up my neck, down my back
teeth melting into my perfect skin
My interior paint now like a river
just like these threatening tears.

Lost.
Like a rose plucked from it's soil
you stripped me of everything,
caressing the petals and thorns,
your twisted smile stabbing me
while to you thorns do nothing.
I try to escape to the gardens
only to be dragged back by your
skin burning mine like fire to a field.
The wine lingers as your laugh
paralyzes me, as you poison me.

Destroyed.
Although to eyes I look like me,
hearts and minds see otherwise
as they see the lifeless doll of what
was once a music box forever singing,
dancing around until you forced me shut..
And the bitter taste of fruits and drink,
the sting of your everything on mine
Is to blame.