Let’s call it a contradiction.
Not like skittles, but something more.
**** and bitter like the words we said to each other the night you left.
Yet sweet and heavenly like the moment we met.
I could sum up our whole relation into one simple fruit, that’s so far from simple.
All our emotions, precision, imperfections create this guard around your heart that I want so bad to tear down.
Like an onion, only sweeter, I want to peel away your fears.
Open your soul to the “could be”s and not to “what could have been”s.
I’ll pluck you down and guide you away from the edge, there’s no need to dread the fall.
I know I made a mistake.
I know you are bruised from my ignorance.
But if you yield your shield to me, I’ll drink you in like the elixir to my forever.
I still remember how lips tasted the first time we kissed.
Like a fresh squeezed orange…
God, I hope it’s not the last time I taste it.