he came from the penny arcade
a flash of text
and cryptic wit;

glorifications of
my innocence
illuminated like
orange marmalade,
hitting so hard
he struck oil.

now look at the mess
we've made.

my hands are soiled
from cherry lozenges
and bloodstains;

but he tasted like
holy water,
i prayed after
each drop.

thanked god
for drowning into
this poison man
with diamonds in his mouth.

they said he'd leave me empty,
just like the grave
i dug myself.

he did his best to hide the shovels,
painted all the sweet
and sour,
and never ever led me on.

against the crowd
i walked into my heartache
knowingly,
proudly,
with absolutely
no
regret;

this screaming
hollow spot
inside my chest
my only debt.

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