I wonder what heartbreak would taste like.
Like, what if it was a flavor?
Would it taste like their kiss?
Or maybe their breath?
Would it taste like like their favorite food?
If your sense of smell affects your sense of taste so much,
Would heartbreak taste like the smell of their cologne or deodorant?
Would it taste like the blood from your lip that you cut when you kept biting back the urge to run up to them and hug them.
Or from screaming to the world that you love them?
Would it taste like dirt or grass from messing around in the fields?
No matter what it tasted like,
Would it taste better than the aching feeling in my chest?
Would it taste better than seeing you happier with her?
Would it taste better than hearing all the laughs we shared become the laughs that you two now share?
Would it taste like me choking back the words "I'm sorry" or "please come back"?
Would it taste bad enough for me to swallow my pride to beg for you to come back?
But if you were to even consider come back, even the littlest bit, I would get on one knee, and beg my heart out.
I'd rather do anything than know what heartbreak really tasted like.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Just Another Heartbroken Story
Thơ CaThere's nothing to it. Really. I'm just and average girl who's finding out that the world is big. In fact, it's too big. It's so big it's messing up me and some of the people I care about. And it's just because I learned a new concept called love...
