I got lost in the idea of love.
I got lost in your lies.
I got lost in the lust I once yearned for.
I found myself at odds ends,
reality vs reality
both bitter, and both sweet.

I thought you were sweet to me at one point in time,
But you've always been bitter, just like my coffee without sugar.
I drink my coffee black,
with one pack of sugar.

I didn't lose faith in love, because I haven't found it yet.
reality sets in
the past is sweet,
the future is sweet
and my coffee?
It's not bitter.