You pop it into my mouth, expecting
me to savour the taste
as it melts on my tongue.
It’s pleasant, yes, but the sweetness
is just that little bit too sweet,
almost spoiling the rest.
The day you took those photographs,
you said I looked sweet.
Was I over sweet?
Your smile was never true after that,
as though suddenly you’d seen more
than you were hoping for
but were still left disappointed.
The paste in my mouth has completely
broken down now.
Just like my image of you.