to go

cooking up

the dose of me

the only one

for you to breath

inhaling sparks

the bitter tones

and times we find

ourselves alone

not written down

in time or space

a constant change

for you to chase

if you dare to write me up

could you ever get enough

this key to me you can’t resist

the recipe 

our budding bliss

I dare to say the flavors fade

without a conscious effort made

a way to try and spice it up

my buttercup

my bits of you

or are you through

partaking

I’ll take the rest to go.