Saccharine Lover

his name fell reluctantly
from my lips
to the question "who
is you boyfriend?" as I contorted my face
into the shape
of a lover, infatuated. lies
brimming just beneath
the surface. I swallowed them with
a sip of coffee laced
with saccharin. sugary, sweet,
synthetic
as I eyed the girl
in the red dress
oh,
what a mess.
what a mess.