aftertaste

My signature scent is vanilla,

soft and warm like morning light.

It clings to my skin, my hair,

whispers of sweetness in the air.

It's the first thing you notice about me,

soft, familiar.

But scratch beneath and it's not so clean,

a bitterness lingers, sharp and unseen.

If you stay, if you get to close, you'll see

I'm like too much sugar in a cup,

Sweet at first, but never enough.

I wear the scent of kindness,

but underneath, there's something raw.

A contradiction that no one expects.

A sweetness that leaves a strange aftertaste

You'll remember the vanilla,

but it won't be what you wanted

not in the end.