TASTE

The impression of letting you in. The feeling of hugging you. The idea of taking you out. The opinion of screaming. The belief of kissing you. The reflection of punching you. The emotion of sobbing my eyes out.

All erupted inside of me when you told me we were done.

Letting you be delighted off of my downfall was my mistake. But, most importantly, letting you have a taste was my mistake.

Born and raised in Queens, New York shifted the gear to survival of the fullest.