I would smile my loveliest smile to charm your eyes

but your gaze is bespelled by a smile not mine

I would sing the sweetest song to enchant your soul

but your ears delight in the sound of her voice

I would do nothing that would break your heart

but you have not given your heart to me

a new name for heartbreak was whispered to me

but I knew it well and was not fooled

for I could taste that familiar flavour

of tears,

and ashes of crumbling dreams

dead as autumn leaves

lost to the wind

promises petal on your lips

scenting thickly of hope

and I, gullible butterfly that I am,

drink the nectar in

{too fast}

only to choke on disappointment

realizing

{too late}

this, your poison:

the sweetness of insincerity