i walked past the wine aisle today
pretending to be grown up
as i saw rows upon rose
and expensive wines infused with
notes of exotic fruits
and smooth whiskeys, cool beers and
cheap *****
i almost walked right past it
a blur of artificial pink and green
in the corner of my eye
i had the sudden urge to linger
for a little bit longer
on that strawberry and lime cider.
"hey you'll like this"
you offered me a sip of your
cup and suddenly i was
hooked
it's too easy to
imagine the exact taste
as it bubbles on my tongue, tingling, and making
it's way down my
parched throat
easy to swallow and
a delight going down
especially perfect during
a night out
in town
though it will never quite
taste as lovely
as when i sipped it
from your
lips
sweeter than sweet
a sensation reminiscent of,
swirling, dancing
twirling along my tongue,
the most heavenly cocktail
of you and
my new favourite drink
and suddenly,
strawberries in season,
remind me of you
as you held me close
and we missed the sun rise
limes suddenly
remind me of you
as you let go and left
only sourness behind
i never liked cider until
you brought the taste to
my lips
and suddenly,
i wanted to drown in it
but then you taught me, that
like most alcohol it's
best served cold with
eyes that look past me
and frozen strawberries
a fizzy concoction of
regret and enjoyment and
longing and excitement
and
regret
hard spirits and expensive liquor
just cannot compare to
the sweet and sour high
from a bottle of
strawberry and lime
but imagine my surprise
the first time after
you left
when i discovered that
suddenly
even something so pleasant
could have such a bitter
aftertaste
and i'm left wondering
how much longer
will your memory cling
to a branded bottle
of my old favourite drink.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
i walked past the wine aisle today
pretending to be grown up
as i saw rows upon rose
and expensive wines infused with
notes of exotic fruits
and smooth whiskeys, cool beers and
cheap *****
i almost walked right past it
a blur of artificial pink and green
in the corner of my eye
i had the sudden urge to linger
for a little bit longer
on that strawberry and lime cider.
"hey you'll like this"
you offered me a sip of your
cup and suddenly i was
hooked
it's too easy to
imagine the exact taste
as it bubbles on my tongue, tingling, and making
it's way down my
parched throat
easy to swallow and
a delight going down
especially perfect during
a night out
in town
though it will never quite
taste as lovely
as when i sipped it
from your
lips
sweeter than sweet
a sensation reminiscent of,
swirling, dancing
twirling along my tongue,
the most heavenly cocktail
of you and
my new favourite drink
and suddenly,
strawberries in season,
remind me of you
as you held me close
and we missed the sun rise
limes suddenly
remind me of you
as you let go and left
only sourness behind
i never liked cider until
you brought the taste to
my lips
and suddenly,
i wanted to drown in it
but then you taught me, that
like most alcohol it's
best served cold with
eyes that look past me
and frozen strawberries
a fizzy concoction of
regret and enjoyment and
longing and excitement
and
regret
hard spirits and expensive liquor
just cannot compare to
the sweet and sour high
from a bottle of
strawberry and lime
but imagine my surprise
the first time after
you left
when i discovered that
suddenly
even something so pleasant
could have such a bitter
aftertaste
and i'm left wondering
how much longer
will your memory cling
to a branded bottle
of my old favourite drink.
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