And he said to me
"Love is like lemons.
When life hands you
lemons, you make lemonade."
But I say
Love, if a lemon,
is far more likely to find you
at three am shaking on the kitchen
floor having tried to swallow it whole
biting hard against a mouth full of bitterness
rind stinging under curled fingertips
weeping the words
"but you promised,
you promised this would be sweet..."


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Anyway, very descriptive and wonderful writing Laura.