All the sweet chocolates sent to me were filled with poison, A green bubbling acid I thought was healthy When really, it was your boiling anger of red, Filled like a heart, but only halfway with venom.

Make me remember, lest I forget the bench Where we sat alone and watched the sea. I had not known then how close to the cliff it had been, And you gifted me my first honey kiss.

Only now do I realise As I look at the wrecked bench we had once shared that special moment - That falling feels like flying until the moment that you land.