The taste of spring, tart on my tongue: berries look sweet but make me pucker. You can’t judge a fruit by its cover, nor a lover by his honeyed lies. The snows of winter held more sugar than this cold goodbye. Why did he even bother showing up just to make me cry?
I take solace in the minty green of tender leaves, the scent of rain on the breeze, the clouds that don’t pretend to be anything but grey. Soon the sun will come again and melt this pain, but alas not today.
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