• Her sour smile, like unsweetened lemonade,
    Made its way to me through the crowd.
    I grimaced and groaned, ungrateful of
    Her sickly sweet and fake kindness.
    Miles of memories of our time together...
    The sunrises and sunsets, like a field of flowers in the fading sky...
    She left me alone, like Helen for Paris.

    My heart went pitter-patter as we passed in the halls.
    I'm afraid of being hurt again.
    She is nothing but
    a black widow for me.