you tasted so good,

but you went so sour.

i met you, i loved you,

in half an hour.

it was too quick.

and i don't think i blinked enough.

and now i wonder where my mind goes when i put all of it into loving you.

you were blue and red,

and red,

then blue.

and can i be honest?

i think i hate being treated like a flavour.

like i can dissipate,

like how you disappear.

like i can just melt on your tongue before you get the chance to swallow me down.

like you didn't get to know me in 5 seconds

and decided it was 5 seconds too long.

i thought you told me i made your world burst with colour when you tasted me.

you could barely speak to me without being terribly...