Caramel melting in my mouth,
this poem wasn’t even meant to be about you,
I don’t know your name,
but the kiss was so good I can’t forget you,
baby,
you moved away,
like a tide or a wave,
I forgot you existed,
sweetness sickness,
I still have that bellyache,
my swiftness was your fuel,
jewel to your paper crown,
and you just tasted like,
the caramel latte that I bought on my way from work,
the chasers left the town,
and Venice was my home,
I never thought of you a single time on my way from work,
my tastebuds didn’t work,
Cinnamon all night long,
but you have a blank page in my lovers textbook,
I saved colorful pens if I will ever find you,
blue sky,
red fire,
and cotton candy clouds,
everything seems normal without you,
some days
I think
how all this time
I was living happy without you,
the love songs,
with no addressee,
keep being sang back at me,
but I have stuff
to care about
more than I do currently,
caramel flowing from candy,
you are not mine and never were,
I **** at storytelling,
hurt and free to go.
Poem #22 off my first poem collection titled ‘Feels like Roswell’. It’s not about one person in particular, more like coming back to people you used to be in love with.