Sugar Sweet

A Poem

Photo by Karley Saagi: https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-covered-her-right-face-with-pink-doughnut-2064662/

some people don’t know how to take me,
and often i think it’s all my fault
for leaving the door wide open
for anyone to see my heart

i get bruised
so easily

some people call me sweet
as if i’m candy, superfluous,
to dissolve on the tongue
with an aftertaste

but i think i breathe out
in fits of longing

some people laugh at me
like i’m a game
to play for a while,
only to get bored halfway

and then there are days
where i crumble apart

but no one would ever know

some people assume
i’m a rock, i’m a storm,
i’m a force of nature,
i’m going to be the tide —

but inside i’m as soft as a breeze
or a cocoon full of feathers

and i’d be gone just like that
from their memories
as if i’d never been