Famished

There I go
Wandering aimlessly in your
Picturesque landscape of
Sugary stories and lollipop lies
You fed me so much
That I have grown
Syrupy secret intolerant
You have told me your last tale
You have sold me your final dream
I have decided to eat something
More than your fantasies
There is meat to be chewed
And vegetables to be consumed
I
Can no longer entertain your
Complex carbohydrates of
Wishful inconsistencies that leave
Me
Improperly nourished
I will take my plate somewhere else
And hope that they feed me
The truth of love