rotting as a hopeless flower boy (poem)

i dont even know how were in one room

when the tensions are higher than they’ve been

god i can hear the place booming with silence

as he enters from under the doorframe

there goes the bride and the groom

a kind of rage only envy can explain

caught up on the sweet candy you’ve fed me

when you’re telling me you love me

but im still hooked on the photo

with a piece cut out and two men

one looks an awful lot like you

the other,, ive never truly met

one wears a veil,, the other a tie

and as they walk down the aisle

a piece of me falls out of the frame

while your smile beams brighter than it’s been

im drowning in the fear

youve left me completely for him

cut me out of the photo leaving just you and him

shouldve never fed on a syrup so artificially sweet

when clearly your deceiving heart was never meant for me