Cinnamon

You forgot to call me beautiful, again  
It’s a slow burn  
But what’s new  
So absorbed in her, you forgot to notice me  
In the dress  I bought for you, again
That should be lying on the floor  
Begging for anything, just more  
A touch of affection  
Not a rise of reduction  
Maybe direction
Only destruction  
Taking everything from my soul  
Give me never enough just to let me be whole  
Maybe just enough to stick around  
Excuses wilting all the roses  
That I found  
That lie in the sink and I pick apart  
When I start to think  
That it’s over, really over  
Maybe that’s what I want  
To leave the memories  
Allow them to haunt  
So you can flaunt  
Around with her  
In a broke ass whirl  
With that ugly girl  
That will never be part of your world
But guess what?
I’ll still think of you from time to time and again  
When the sun goes down  
When the leaves turn brown  
When I start to drown  
Under someone else, face down  
on the ground  
Wishing maybe you were around  
But you’re gone and I’m lost  
Through frosted windows  
Biting nails  
With visions flooding us
Together  
And if all else fails  
Maybe we’ll end up together  
Or alone  
In a house of cinnamon  
Like cinnamon  
And so many men
Bitter sweet  
A dying love that eventually will fleet  
Like your lasting taste on my tongue  
And if I’ve learned one thing  
It’s that I fucking hate cinnamon