Love

She called me honey because I was sweet

Sweet was how she waltzed into my life with promises of the future

Sweet was how she roped me into her arms with gratitude

Sweet was how she used to be

Sweet coats the sour taste that must be swallowed

I could not swallow the fact that you were not as sweet as you claimed to be

I called her love

Because love isn’t always as blissful as it claims to be