say, my love

 do you hate me now?

have the memories 

that you love to relive

become nightmares in your mind too? 

because in each one there was a remnant

of evil that you missed?

And now that you’re going back

and collecting the coins of my heartbreak

you realize that it was your destiny

to not invest in me? 

do I taste bitter? Salty do I seem?

Am I not sweet enough? 

does my liqueur make you squeem?

how do I make you speak

about the taste of me

when in truth 

you never took the time 

to learn my recipe. 

I’m angry yes, 

bitter salty, it’s true. 

but remember the coins

you collect from me

were dropped by you.

ouch, that hurt.

You have many words.

and I have wounds.

I also have suspicions

that, with each day

seem to be confirmed. 

but is it bias?

or is it believable.

I don’t know…

Sometimes

I don’t like

how it feels

to be close

To you. 

you run your mouth

And feed me truths

that are hard to eat.

When the lies 

you used 

To cover

Them with

Tasted so sweet.