Bitter, Not Sweet
Everything is bittersweet,
If you think about it hard enough.
Like the first mouthful of bread,
Tasteless and then sweet on your tongue.
Like a spoonful of sugar,
White and then black,
Saccharine turned to bitter,
Slowly burnt with neglect.
Like the sweet kisses of your lover,
The mouth full of blood
That tastes like tonic,
Gifted to you
Through the caress
Of his clenched knuckles.
Think hard enough and you'll realise
'bittersweet' is not word but an excuse ,
To suffer in disguise.