am i just like a strawberry?
on this three-layered cake
floating on top of it all
sandwiched between layers of daydreams and reality
she's the sweet sweet cake
beautiful, light, perfect
she plays me songs on the piano
but i still find myself wrapped in layers of
sickly sweet rotten icing
like the tub in my fridge
i haven't taken it out yet
it's starting to smell
yuck.
yum.
yuck.
yum.
