Strawberry Poison Cake

I’m just raw meat wrapped up in a bow,

Every birthday feels like a death I know.

Depression is a present, hanging on a string,

Sugar-coated sorrow with a bitter sting.

All my feelings are broken little toys,

Love to me is candy laced with poisoned noise.

You’re my strawberry cake with a drop of venom,

I bite and I melt, but I still can’t quit it.

Sweetness and pain tangled up in the game,

I’m no cannibal, but I crave you all the same.

My heart is a kitchen, knives against the wall,

I’m addicted to the taste — my sweetest fall.

You put me in your oven, burning in your arms,

I’m melting, I’m dripping, but I don’t alarm.

All my scars are frosted over with sugar,

Swallowing your slow-kill kiss, I shudder.

You’re my strawberry cake with a drop of venom,

I bite and I melt, but I still can’t quit it.

Sweetness and pain tangled up in the game,

I’m no cannibal, but I crave you all the same.

Your kisses are the candles on my cake,

Each one fades and leaves me wide awake.

You’re my party, you’re my curse,

And I’m begging you back, for better or worse.

I’m the meat…

You’re the cake…

Strawberry poison…

And I’ll die again… from sweetness.