I ate at your lies
like my favorite flavor of ice cream
caramel
the color of your skin
so I had some more
and more
and
more
until you called me
telling me I was delusional thinking that
you'll ever love me
touch me
but how could I be delusional when it was you
who told me those caramel-sweet lies
so I had some more
and more
and
more
until you had no more lies
to tell
—"you're different"
