he buried me (and it felt like a kiss)

as pale as a winter rose
a huge avalanche stroke me
when i've found out
you were seeing someone else.
i couldn't walk for days
and in my mouth, the bitter taste
of poisoned ice cream.
the flavour of distaste
one single bite
and i'd turn into sugar stone
a strawberry disaster
a pistacchio death.
at the top of the red green mountain
this new you looks down
and sees the graveyard
in which my body lays, cold
buried among my favourite fruit toppings.