I enjoyed the taste of poison
With every brush of your lips
For just one moment
I built a future with you in my head
As you re-sketched and erased
Every version of me you wanted

I was the object of your affection
The fantasy you wanted to frame
Until I became a scrapped idea
A fleeting muse to entertain you
Left me to fade to dust when you knew
There was no love in the heart you drew

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