splenda spills

trivial like coffee spoons
as you cry over spilt cream;
screaming over speakers
a classic love scene

a concert of coffee
slurping up each lie
you poured in my cup
puking up the truth;

the sugarsplenda won't lie
to cover up the taste
of the coffee beans
staining me clean

a/n: this was inspired by the T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of Alfred Prufrock" – in particular his line "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons"