the first time we made homemade candy it was a disaster,
you said that it was too sweet and it gave you a cavity.
blaming me when the drill was taking out the rotten parts,
just so I would hold your hand.
you cursed at me and the dentist just cause it made you feel better.
I felt so guilty I threw away all of my sugars.
so when I looked into the cupboard and seen your secret stash of canes,
I broke all the pieces of gritty sweetness on the kitchen floor.
So you lied about that too?
barefoot I walk all over your natural sweetness, craving to hold your hand again.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
