You take a sugary treat,
Add some salt if it’s too sweet.

I remember every moment with her.
The mistakes i make will allow her to infer.

I want her to forgive all that I’ve done.
It’s my fault, I only ruined her fun.

All of her problems should trace back to me.
Even if I was never involved, that’s how it’s to be.

Continuing with this will break both our hearts,
Piercing our chests with barbed darts.

We leave them in, holding our regret,
These darts aren’t pulled, so we never forget.

Remembering past times is adding salt
To all the sweet things, it’s the thinker’s fault.