Labyrinth

I greet truism as vague as I greet you.

We are on the same page.

I have you in my world and I assumed that I stand upright in yours.

But the tale spun in a different direction, an unforeseen encounter.

A distant figure and an unfamiliar face.

Strange. Confusing. Terrifying.

If only those eyes could tell me the truth between those words.

If only your smile could pull me back to reality.

Then, perhaps, I would not feel despair in this labyrinth you put me into.

I would not have been decoding all your cryptic posts,

Nor would I put all your puzzle pieces together. 

I would have not screamed for an exile nor yearned for escape.

Everything you showed me was saccharine.

My coffee was bland and I never asked you to put sugar in it, but you overly did.

At first, I liked it, but as time passed, I had this urge to purge it all out.

It is too sweet to indulge myself.

It is too sweet that I need to give it up.

I need to give you up.