Sweet is what she wanted your lips to taste
tartness fizzled
on the dips
of her lips

because she knew
your tongue had been dishonest.

She watched how lies
slithered out of your perfect teeth
snuck into her ears
but without hesitation
she forgave you.

When you’d crawl in bed,
shaping your body
with hers.
She’d let go of your every mistake
because your skin felt soft,
when it was actually cracked.
And your words felt real
and your lips tasted like
strawberry starbursts.
She never told you
that was her favorite candy.

Except her teeth
began to rot,
the cavities began to hurt,
the touch of your body
started to sting
her body was rejecting you.

And the day you left,
she purged out every fucking memory,
soon sweetness became acidic
no longer craving your tongue,
just the burn from it.