A poetic freeform vent

For so long I have felt the sweet taste of you

your flavour

your linger

A taste I used to crave over and over. one that I return to in my day to day

used to

but as the days pass I find you were never a natural sweet

you were one that I chased

You are a sweet of sugar and powders

A taste I had simply gotten used to

there is fresh fruit around me and I do miss it

the suckle of sweet that you simply don't have

until I find my strawberry, my cherry, my fruit

I will suck the sugar stinging my tongue soullessly until the sour burns

once it's over

on a sore loathing day

I'll miss your processed sugar