bittersweet

I don't have much of a taste

for things so sweet

but seeing the shape that your lips form

when you say my name

sends me spiraling into a rush,

craving strawberries sprinkled with sugar

like the ones my mom used to give me

when I was a kid.

I used to drink my coffee black

but now I take it a little lighter.

you've showed me that not everything

has to be so dark.

I used to find that love

was deceptively bitter

but now I don't wince at the taste.