As i sit in the dark, my mind starts to wonder, all the birds chirping and the trains horns blowing start to disappear.

I catch myself falling into your voice, the voices of broken promises, of false love and blind accusations. I believed we were in love, but you coated the sour strawberry with sugar, so that it would taste sweet, so that our “love” would feel real.

i was like a old record player very fragile and easy to break, irreplaceable. i took a bite of your sugared strawberry and fell into the world of unrealistic love, and plastic hearts. Everyday seemed to turn into a minored melody love song; my ears were told to block out the wrong notes, so that it sounded beautiful and sweet, like La Vie En Rose.

Once you had gave me your last sugar coated strawberry; i soon started to taste the bitter after taste. I heard the wrong notes, i saw the fake love, and felt the REAL heartache. i looked outside of the plastic house, saw dark clouds cover the sun and it poured down the tears of sorrow.

my eyes opened and i realized i was asleep, i was crying, i look over to you… wait, that fake plastic man laying next to me, and realize. It was never you, only the memories of you that blinded me and tricked me into buying this temporary heart guard.