Eating Breakfast With His Ego
As long as I adored him
he adored me back
like pure maple syrup over pancakes.
And I thought there was nothing
sweeter than him on the end
of my fork, dripping with praise.
Once in awhile, I would get sick
of the sweetness of my words
and I would take them back.
The minute that happened
he would char on the griddle
and be gone, crisped
to black and bitter.
(via Terry Lynn Graham)



