I wish exes were like cinnamon,
Lingering spiciness on my tongue for a few minutes
Reminding me to wince
Reminding me not to take another taste.
Instead they are like powdered sugar,
Cushiony to the touch
Disapearing from my mouth as quickly as they came.
I'm not reminded of their shifting feelings.
I'm not reminded of them leaving me exposed, an unwrapped gift that begs to be wrapped again.
I wish you were like cinnamon, dear Ex
I don't want to keep putting you
Back in my mouth.