You made me
oatmeal with cookie crumbles
for the supper

I made you
oregano scrambled eggs
with toasted bread,
draw a smiley face with a chili sauce
in the morning.

Cuddle through the night,
calling each other a poison…

“How does this poison taste?”

“Nectar. How does this one taste?”

“Like a flower.”

And a kiss on the neck.

Just like a romantic-comedy,
with a bad ending.

-LeLittle-

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