She is gone, she has left, she’s departed.
I made it this way;
she’s better off having undergone this process.
Because she was too bright bubblegummy
and saccharine sweetness, far too much of it,
one taste and her candy flavour would explode
inside your mouth, snap, crackling, popping.
It’s easy to hide behind something which obscures,
but what occurs when you want to stand up,
and show you’re you,
and this is yours?
The tartness mixed with the sugar of a lemon drop
makes me wince, I screw up my face,
the bitter sweetness of reality
slamming into what is truth,
to reveal, it is never too late.
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