Zero-Calorie Lover [Caramel Oblivion]

Tell me that you love me while

you've got a shotgun against my temple.

I tell myself it shoots candy.

I know it doesn't, but I like the thrill of the risk.

And in this caramel oblivion, I found solitude in you.

You said you found me a fascinating project,

wrapping me in red ribbons with stardust in the seams.

I never even touched you, and yet you were my solemn comfort.

Your hands held my head, turning left and right.

I just wanted to speak in this, our silver love affair,

but something took the reigns and pulled you away:

"You're not a burden, but you kind of are."

I didn't ask you to place your possessions on carpeted altar,

washing away the blood of our sins with a hot washing cloth.

I didn't ask you for those kinds of pastel blessings.

The cotton candy on your tongue was the only gift I found myself wanting.

One of us wove the night into a blanket, and wrapped each other into it.

Our words, I'm sure we didn't mean, became thick with burning brogue

of the demons we were harboring; so angry, and yet so on point.

"Honey, you're lowkey pissing me off right now."

We spoke in bramble, we drank from the unholy grail.

We never kissed, but I'm sure we wanted to.

In each breath I took, I found reason to deconstruct

these bricks of bubblegum with sugar-coated hands of destruction.

I told you I loved you, then became scared,

but crawled back with parchment between my teeth:

so elated, and yet, so nervous to confess.

"Let's just be friends, don't hate me, okay?"

Well...what was I to expect?

Candy kingdoms are the beacons of Icarus:

mine simply begged the sun to hold her a little longer

so she could melt in peace.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Rob Johnson]

Superb use of imagery, your words carry emotion and power, I love this!

[Bluefire]

Colorful, creative, sweet as sugar yet with a sour twist at points.
Every word amazed me.
Very well played!