Hello babycakes.

Your sugar-coated lips make me want to

Upchuck

All the saccharine insults you’ve fed me.

You contrast too much with my

Bitter, bitter

Self,

Tough and sallow like a lemon

Straight from the vine

Crawling bug in tact.

I think of the moment when I saw you in a business building

And your heels went

Clack, clack, clack

Like your fish-scale clad mouth that stains

Your coffee cup

And his sculpted cheek.

It makes me want to wipe

Your face off

(of the earth)

Though his is the stained one.

I wouldn’t hurt him

But wow,

Wow, wow

Wow

Would I hurt you.

Want to hurt you,

Want to slap you so your make-up

(cake-up)

Comes off in one clean swipe

And you’re left naked, bare

For the world to see your

Ugly, ugly

Ugliness,

The same that is hidden inside of me.

Goodbye butterlove.

I hope your dreams come away

Wet

With your prosthetic tears,

Melting from the heat that everyone

But me

Seems to think you radiate.

Because

You are cold

(not hot)

And ugly

(not pretty)

And fake

(not real)

And hurting me

(such a villain you’ve become).