Smoke and Mirrors

You were my sweetest downfall.
Sweet like the sugar in my coffee
Too much quickens the heart,
sends shooting pains through the legs
and dizzies the head.
I dread the day we meet again.
I will always remember when
my whole being was yours
and I gave myself over to desire and greed and
self-preservation and lust and fear and envy and
You were my sweetest downfall.
Sweet like the chocolate on my cake
that sends chemicals rushing through my blood
and flood my brain with an illusion of being in love.
From dizzying heights my heart would take flight
taking dives towards knives that would cut and slice
Mental scars and the shards of broken mirrors
left in my chest, knowing what's best for me
despite my own struck perspective that I may have been all you needed me to be
if only I'd let you be and if you'd let yourself be happy.

You were my sweetest downfall.
Falling down from a place too high to catch
my breath or a glimpse of the beauty for the brightness
blinding me to the truth within your blackest eyes.
YOU were my sweetest downfall.
Sweet like the wine that pushes the blood tearing through
the neck you bit down on in passion and desire.
All an illusion. Just false hopes and empty threats
of the loss of something never possessed.