You're not bad for me, but you leave a sour taste in my mouth.
Are you bad for my health? A detriment to my wealth?
I don't know.
You remind me of vinegar, enough to dry my mouth.
But when you're in trouble it's mesmerizing, intoxicating, but I must remember. You're vinegar.
You're not sweet.
You're bad for me.But in small amounts, are you okay?
You're dangerous in large dosages so that must be why I leave.
You're toxic, but maybe that's why I come back?
You're a thrill ride.
You're not salty, but you're damn sure not sweet.
Maybe it'll be better off if it's just you and me?
But vinegar doesn't sit around. You dissolve and move on to the next.
I taste like you now, now I'm bitter sweet.
No, I'm sour.
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PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.