Sweet Turned Sour V2

Sweet Turned Sour

You called it love, I called it hope,
But I was hanging from your rope.
You smiled like it was all okay,
While I watched the color drain away.

Bitter… like a truth that came too late,
Like promises that rot and break.
You were sugar turned to spite,
A fading star that killed the night.
Bitter… like a song that lost its tune,
Like a heart that bruised too soon.
We were fire, we were flower—
Now it’s ash, and sweet turned sour.

I gave you grace, you gave me games,
Then walked away without the shame.
You wrote our story in your voice,
But forgot to give me any choice.

Bitter… like the love you couldn’t keep,
Like a secret buried deep.
You were thunder in disguise,
A calm face hiding stormy skies.
Bitter… like the way you said goodbye,
With dry lips and colder eyes.
We were dream, then final hour—
Now it’s gone, and sweet turned sour.

I held on when I should’ve run,
Loved a ghost, and called it sun.
Now I’m the storm, I’m the power—
I’m the one who rose from sour.

Bitter… but I won’t beg or bend,
This is not a tragic end.
You were hollow dressed in charm,
But I escaped without the harm.
Bitter… and I’ll wear that like a crown,
No more begging to be found.
You were sweet, but love devoured—
Now I'm free…
And sweet turned sour.