My Caffè Americano tastes like
your words and has the color
of your spiteful heart.
My eyes used to taste the sweetness
of Apricot Danish, Baklava
and Kanafeh by looking at your face.
Now your face agitates my eyes.
It tastes worse than a Wasabi.
Bitterness is all I see, feel and taste of you.
Bitterness —in a nutshell — is the word
best to describe my experience with you.
Bitterness was what sticked on my tongue
when the truth about your lies conquered
my brain.
Bitterness was the gasoline that burned my chest after I had figured out that you threw
me to hell only to bring her to your shadowy paradise.
YOU ARE READING
Psychopath.
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