Saccharine

I’m standing at the top of this cake,
Wondering who will take your place.
The frosting rises up over my feet.
It’s just like your lies, so sugary sweet.

I’m sinking in the quicksand of our love.
Trying hard to balance through all the push and shove.
I’m choking on the sample of this wedding life.
This flavor is too saccharine; I know it’s not right.

Combining all the ingredients in a bowl
Pretending they mix and don’t burn my soul
Folding in your cold truths and hypocrisies
Blending it all with my heart and insecurities.

Assembled everything and set the tables
The flowers all preened and in their vases
The anthem begins, noting the time is near
Everyone rises to look, but you aren’t here

I shake my head and begin the climb down from this cake
Give me some time, I’ll find someone else who wants to bake
Hand me the knife and I’ll cut myself a piece
The room begins to empty, and the band begins to cease