All the sweet chocolates sent to me were filled with poison,

A green bubbling acid I thought was healthy

When really, it was your boiling anger of red,

Filled like a heart, but only halfway with venom.

Make me remember, lest I forget the bench

Where we sat alone and watched the sea.

I had not known then how close to the cliff it had been,

And you gifted me my first honey kiss.

Only now do I realise

As I look at the wrecked bench we had once shared that special moment -

That falling feels like flying until the moment that you land.