My heart is Ice Cream - Russ L

My heart
is a melting scoop of mint ice cream
sitting on a sidewalk
in the summer sun.
You try to hold on to it
but it just melts
away, the harder you try
the more it is slip-sliding
out of your hands.
It leaves a sticky residue,
a reminder of
what you once had.

She's a mega-bitch
someone once said
holding a cone with
a gooey puddle
sloshing inside,
overflowing in little rivers
down the sides.
Chocolate chips floating in
the lime-green marsh,
all that remains of
my ice cream scoop.