Sweet Things

Why are you mine? Who made you for me? What is our purpose? and where can I escape?
Your chocking my space,
bursting my bubble,
drowning my thoughts in thick caramel.
I'm slowly overheating;
in this oven full of cookies,
who knew hell could be so sweet?
I hate the love that envy's,
that boast and is proud,
when do I get the love that lives for the truth and never fails?
Who will ever see the truth behind you and me,
the not so perfect us,
the couple with a half broken heart.
The girl is a sugar coated horror story.