The coffee that became more bitter on my tongue, weird, it wasn’t, so bitter as I’d drunk from my mug from before, and yet, after the coffee cooled down, it’d become, more and more bitter, but, I’d still, forced myself, to drink it all up!
The coffee that became more bitter on my tongue, was a metaphor, I guess, for my marriage to you, we didn’t grow sweeter with time, oh no, instead, we became, worse and worse to one another by the day, and I’d wondered, why, are we, still, torturing each other like this? And I’d, run into, one dead-end, after another, and another, and another………
not my photo.
The coffee that became more bitter on my tongue, I’d still, swallowed it down, and, as it trickled down my throat, I’d felt, that burn. The coffee that became more bitter on my tongue, because the taste buds for bitterness increased in number, that, was why, I was, tasting things more bitterly.
not my photo still.
The coffee that became bitter on my tongue, was how goes our marriage, it had that taste of freshness at the beginning, then, as I left it alone, it’d turned, and, I’d, let it sit, for longer, and, it’d, cooled (like the love we used to share???), and in the end, it’d become, way too bitter, for me, to consume, and so yeah, I poured it out into the sink, and washed it out…………
Life, the Obstacle Course 