Saccharine cream, sugar you savored.
What was once sweet, now petulantly fatiguing.
Resentment’s putrid, affection’s a stale feeling.
My love for you faded with a sip of bitter flavor.

There’s a battle I’m left for dead, it’s in your nature.
Our love, now spiteful, tastes helpless, defeating.
Wounds of betrayal remain raw, hardly healing.
Inebriated waters, my body a Mesopotamia, never a stranger.

Deception cloaked in beauty, a trap for the unsuspecting one.
Masked in the garb of deceit, under the truth my heart bleeds.
Your false affection, a criminal act on my dopamine.

Whispers of love, a jarring sound in our senseless armageddon.
Foolish was I to be so trusting of my reckless creed.
Once my sweetest pleasure, your touch was saccharine.