Funny how Love never tastes so sweet,
As when its doing you so wrong.
Remember when you first saw Love?
How unassuming it looked.
Your eyes fixated upon it, while
You, caught the smell – the aroma.
Wanting it. Desiring it.
That flirtatious smile it flashed you.
That knowing confidence on its face.
You remember don’t you?
There was never a better feeling.
The dopamine release had you,
Head in the clouds as you floated through the day.
Remember how it had you curled up,
When it left?
You hadn’t been done with it yet.
All of your begging and feigned attempts to ignore it,
Fell on deaf ears and a blind eye.
It left you twisted in the bed sheets.
Left you to sweat out its chemical.
One o’clock. Two o’clock.
Staring unblinking at the clock.
Overcome with fever and chills,
Until the venom worked its way through.
The hollow ache tasted so sweet,
So real in that moment.
You know it.
Hiding out in the crowd.
Waiting for you to drop your guard.
A quick glance at the checkout aisle.
Witty banter at the coffee shop.
That same eye contact.
That familiar and flirtatious smile…
by malakhai jones
The newness of a feeling. 😊
Yep, the newness and how good it feels, but also the heart ache it causes. Seems in my experiences, it mostly comes that way – sweet and sour. In some weird way, both are needed
I have a couple poems about this chemical and getting it out of your system.
Sweet and sour- yes. I think once you experience the sour, you take the sweet a lot more seriously.
I actually think you need them both. The sour begins to have its own sweet ache too over time. I wouldn’t to only have sour
Well, sometimes the ache of the sour is better than just nothing. Or it is at the time…
Werd! A soul clap on that one.
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