Bittersweet

I like my endings how I like my chocolate-

Bittersweet.

But I despise it when it comes to life-

We thrived, but at what cost?

And now I feel this misery in my gut-

But so many are celebrating.

I’d like to just drink and sleep and write

That’ll do no good.

I’ll only feel dumb and sorry in the morning-

Which does a fat lot of nothing.

At least the sun is coming back out

There’s a half-assed consolation-

I think I might just need to cry over my coffee

I may have to skip class.

(no that won’t help)

You mean so much to me-

If the problem were merely mine

It wouldn’t suck so much.

I like to claim I’m strong-

I’m stocky and short- a tough old gal.

but on the inside i’m frail

I’ve cried for years.

I don’t want to go home-

I’ll only get sadder

but at least I can cry there

without pesky saccharine responses-

But I plan to spend all my money

And drink.

I’ll try some escapism

as much as I berate it-

But I know it won’t work.

I like my endings how I like my chocolate-

Bittersweet.