—how you masked the truth
It wasn’t bitter, not at first.
You fixed the taste, you quenched the thirst.
A swirl of syrup, just a touch,
Not too heavy, not too much.
It slid down smooth, a practiced smile,
The kind that lingers for a while.
But halfway through, it hit you hard.
The sweetness served to disregard.
A flavor faked, a glossed regret,
You hadn’t swallowed honesty yet.
You stirred again, like that would fix,
The past you’d softened into tricks.
You sweetened it until it lied.
Then drank it all. And called it pride.
📜 Sweetener’s Remorse – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1½ oz Espresso (fresh, but with unresolved bitterness)
- ¾ oz Vanilla Syrup (or any syrup you use to avoid emotional texture)
- 3 oz Steamed Milk (creamy distraction)
- Garnish: A cinnamon sprinkle, pretty and pointless
Instructions:
Pull espresso. Stir in syrup like you’re rewriting the past. Top with steamed milk. Sprinkle cinnamon to distract the palate. Serve in a tall glass—the kind that looks honest. Drink warm. Reflect cold.