#23.

i try, sometimes, to be a bigger person--
to forget bad memories by coating them with sugar.
(can't lie anymore; things are exactly what they seem.)
but after everything, the artificial sweetness still hangs about,
like the bad aftertaste of lemon drops in my mouth.
it ruins me sneakily, all the while pretending, pretending, pretending
to be for my well-being.
(cos you're never what you say you are.)
oh my, you're tricky.
(but it's so much easier being mean.)