The bitter sweet taste on your tongue leaves you craving more. And the more you have, the more you want. Your senses heightened, your dreams enchanted. But the blood coloured venom on your lower lip indicates otherwise. Pretty on the outside.
Void inside. A girl's innocence lost and fairy tales broken. Only to be fixed again. Summer breeze, sandy beaches and bliss suckers together with their uncanny naivety. So much for a happily ever after. It was so much simpler before.
Before all hell broke loose, before you became you and I became me, and before juices started flowing creatively and erratically.
Before lust evolved into love.
Before lollipops and their bitter sweet taste.