my breathe is sweet with

honey coated lies that I emptied out

like a bag of treats

my hands are stained with

paint that leaks medicine into my veins

causing me to sleep

my coffin reaks of

lavendar scented bones

that tore deep

into the skin I wore

my hair is braided with

splinters of my childhood

that made me weep

and yet...

you were never there,

you were as sour as a lemon,

as strict as a ruler,

as cold as ice,

as imperfect as a mirror...

yet you never came

even when I loved you so...

because you never were there...

you never cared...

you never existed...

you never believed me.