Empty words fill empty cups to the brim.
As I watch, the fizz spills over shining edges,
fading into the tepid air.
Your words, my love, they spill fast,
faster than you could ever pour.
But not fast enough to stop my understanding.
Rosy red cakes tower between us.
I must look through them to see you
You look at them and don't see me.
I stare at my empty glass and empty plate
and all I can see is lies
You promised to feed me
I dab my lips with my pristine napkin
and walk away,
leaving you grinning wildly at
poisoned cakes
and stirring air in a glass
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