his saturated sweetness

the chiseled smiles 

cause our hearts to flutter

like we're butterflies

we put our prom corsages in scrap books

to be reminded of a lived by fantasy

he picked her up at 7

as she twirled in her long teal dress

how fondly he felt

to sway with someone so delicate 

that seemed more like a one time thing

hearts don't accidentally get stepped on

and you can no longer act

that it's all not evident

liar she wants to chant

at the top of her lungs

until her voice

is too weak to scream

and he is too bored

to fiddle with her heart

the way he fiddled with his fingers

the first time they met

he settled down

in the home of her heart

and propped his feet on the table

as if this is his now

and he has a say in everything

a dictator of things he wishes to hold in the center of-

his cupped hands

around her chin

she is like sand 

she slipped right through

the cracks of his fingers

going noticed but not retainable

just because she cracked the door open

doesn't mean she wanted him to barge in

with out warning

she was blindsided by his saturated sweetness

that her mother already warned was going to be too sweet

and cause cavities 

ending her up in a dentist chair

even though he knew she hated the dentist

torture and hatred

this is an emotional whirlwind 

of issues were he was the mastermind 

she loved him so much

she started to hate him