I'm so used to you,
And you're so used to me.
Like walking through stairs
Without looking at the steps.
Yet you shatter me
And made me addicted to the feeling.
The taste of crying
Thinking a drop of tear is candy.
But your name tastes like iron.
It lingers on my tongue
Like pigments of lollipop
Cherry flavor pops.
And your hands felt like stone.
It marks my body
Like freshly picked lavender
Blooming when you're angry.
They told me to go in a daisy field
Peaceful and loving.
But I'm stuck in this rose garden
Beautifully hurting.