She was like candy.
Candy I wanted to try.
Candy I had waited long for.
Candy I, one day, discovered I could take.
But when I got her, she wasn't sweet,
She was sour as repentance,
Not sour nice like gummy worms;
Sour bitter like the first taste of a copper coin.
What a shock!
I wasn't candy for her,
Instead poison; foul, acrid and hated.
I stole from the candy jar,
Only to spit it out on the floor,
Disgusted and haunted by an eye opening aftertaste.