You wore a Cheshire cat smile plastered
on your face, a grotesque mask acting as a shield
under which you kept yourself from me. Doubt set in like a virus,
infiltrating your bloodstream as you
displayed symptoms of madness and depression.Never mind that the nectarines were spoiled,
omission is what lead to the skin nestling itself at the back of your
throat, the last vestige of a fruit suicide. Laughing with a smile that did not quite reach your eyes,
our lips locked while our tongues wrestled like pink
vipers seeking prey to devour,
every kiss a conquest.
My intention was never to cause hurt.
Existing is hard enough.