tRUSTicide

You appeared sweet

all dazzling smiles,

a rosy glow,

as if sunlight favored a MUSE.

Soft on the outside,

easy to hold,

you were everyone's go-to

for a quick sip of joy.

But me?

I pierced through the CHARM.

You broke easy,

but that inside?

NOT the nectar I imagined.

You came in fragments—

never WHOLE.

Always missing something,

or TOO much pith and bitterness

where there should have been balm.

You singed my lips

when I reached for sweetness.

Left fibers like threads of REGRET,

and juice on my hands

I couldn’t WIPE clean.

And the cruelest joke?

You attempted to be ZEST

but truly,

you were merely

c i t r i c c h a o s.

So now that I look at you,

sitting pretty in a bowl,

I smirk.

Because I know

I wasn't ghosted.

I was merely deceived

by a f-r-e-a-k-i-n-g.

O-R-A-N-G-E.