TRACES SPRING 2017 | Page 7

and when you left those words shattered Everywhere pretty crystal pieces and then I wrote these ones instead because I dont have any butterscotch left to mend the hurt, to pull the pieces back together and Im tired of falling apart to the same lies Ive told myself Over and over and over again So goodbye butterscotch boy my sweet tooth turned cavity I hope Ive robbed you of your sweetness your bittersweet is just plain bitter and Im done brushing that taste out of my mouth