Hello?!
am I invisible?

Lies
They seep down your throat as if a liquid
lies coil your insides strangling their innocence and youth
the pain won’t cease until you’ve admitted your fibs
and by that time the lies have already called dibs
on your heart which is forever scarred
and your gut which is to always remain empty

It’s like a New York Bakery
We are craving good news
knowing it will come
with a hefty price tag

The simplistic of desserts are expensive
and being forced to wait
to even find out if you will get that dessert
is pain

The suspense wriggles up your spine
scenarios play out in your head
and the dessert you have paid and waited for
ends up dead