Bittersweet | #Wattys2016

iv. pancakes

she flips those pancakes once again

every sunrise of every morning,

be it sunny, be it rain

as long as the sun stayed on dawning.

drizzled them in honey

let the sweetness drown over the sour,

tried to pull off something funny,

felt my innards scaredly cower.

so i laughed until it hurt me

stared at the spoons instead of her

ensured i stayed unguilty:

that my face was just a blur.

"how are you?" she sweetly asks,

her smile wide and white and creepy,

brain went throughout all the masks,

chose to pretend to be all sleepy.

so she prepares a cup of coffee

let the bitter drown away the sweetness

like our marriage and our history

and our tales of growing bleakness.

for sweet is great and sweet is cool

but what happens when you've enough?

waved goodbye just like a fool,

and away from her? i must.