something tastes so sweet but leaves you feeling bitter
look at the swarm you've attracted
getting a taste of your sugar substitute
buzzing around your door, hungry for the real thing
building statues in your honor
in case we need something to hate
giving me all these shots of hope
but i always have to watch the needles go in
smash your wine glass and then take a drink from it
catch the blood from your lips as it paints your white dress
dressing you up and calling you out
the brightest reds will shout loud to stay away
clotting on your chin like we did in winter
you would play it off the same way like you planned it
so tall and proud on your extra three inches
but your weak heels can't hold up what i stand for
your candle is still burning
the (night)tables are turning
that little flame so unaware of the fire behind my eyes
you couldn't make a fabric with the threads of truth you've spun
keep wearing the lies you tell yourself
everyone will be gone soon
i'll be waiting to see your smile die
i'll pen a death sentence for the paragraphs and pages you've written.
xo.dm
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