Pink Lemonade

You whisper sweet words to me

Like cherries and pink lemonade

Pink like my cheeks when you kiss me

Pink like my eyes after you leave

Your words, sweet as pink lemonade,

Once made my heart sing and sway,

But now they taste all wrong,

And I could no longer dance along.

The cherries you whispered in my ear,

Now feel like a trap, drawing me near.

Inviting all the bugs to feed on my soul,

Leaving me to feel empty, unwhole.

Your words crawled into my mind,

Feeding me artificial lies, oh so unkind,

Lies that have piled up like sweeteners,

Devouring my trust, and all other beginners.

I've tried to fill the hole in my chest,

With your lies, but they only cause unrest,

And I know now, your sweetness is no fresh,

But only a way to hurt me, even in a mutual mesh.

Lies, sweetened up like I love you or I care,

Have rotted my teeth, and left my heart bare,

The care behind your eyes, nothing but despise,

Leaving me with a heavy heart, and hazy eyes.

My stomach churns as I smile,

Remembering the good days where love was worthwhile,

But now, your lies force me to retreat,

Or face the consequence of a trap deceit.

I wish things could still taste sweet,

Like the beginning, when I was unaware of the deceit,

But now, I say goodbye to what could have been,

I am getting in my car, and finally starting the engine.

Oh Pink Lemonade, once the flavor of my joy,

Now, just a reminder of a heart-wrenching ploy,

I'll drive away from this heartbreak, so unsettling,

Hoping to find something pure and real, so compelling.

Your words, once so sweet,

Now only a reminder of a ploy so incomplete,

I'll find my way back to happiness, so bright,

Without cherries or pink lemonade, to dim my light.