They say that when you fall in love, time freezes.

All you can see is your person, and

You can’t see anything else.

When I met him, everything around me stopped, and all that I could was him.

I thought it meant love.

He said he loved me

So because all I could see, breath, hear, and feel, was him

I said it back.

Not realizing that everything  froze because I was blind.

Blinded by a steamy cloud that only allowed me to see him, this was not an ordinary cloud, but a Cloud that tasted of airy warm chocolate

Warm chocolate that I devoured without question because

Who doesn’t love a light wisp of chocolatey goodness?

But the reality of chocolatey goodness doesn’t leave you feeling airy

it leaves bits of that so called sweetness in the crevices of your mouth slowly rotting your teeth, 

until one day the dentist decides to stick a needle in your mouth and you cry as it pricks at your flesh.

And you ask why you didn’t see it coming all along, how could something so sweet be true?

But that cloud that tasted of your most favorite comfort food, covered your eyes, deafened your ears, and numbed your touch. 

Lies twisted into love like licorice,

sugared to the bone, jaws biting into a sucker, cracking, blistering like wood as sugar dusts over, and I lay there, his weight on top of mine, stopping my heart, depriving me of my ability cry, arrogantly stroking my hair, that he thought was his after I inhaled that sweet chocolate cloud one last time.

As if that was love, 

why did I ever think that

   was love?