What ends in pain doesn't start in pain

If this ends in pain,

we will endure it, like we always do,

and come out on the other side of it.

Not together, but still, on the other side.

But it doesn't start in pain.

It starts with a melody.

That is sweet, very sweet.

//

Clean slates,

you and me.

If you look closer,

you'd see the scratches

from when the last marks were erased.

But we won't look

closer.

Like two kids

at a feast,

we'll fill our plates till the boundaries between sweet and sour become blur.

//

I bite off more than I can chew,

and you choke on a morsel.

I like my sugar and salt together,

you save the sweet for the last.

End it with that,

leave a sweet taste in my mouth,

for long.

And avoid anything else after that,

lest the taste starts to mix again,

and is lost, again.

Wait

till its sweetness finds its place deep in you,

till it starts to cause a rot in you.

//

Like two vultures

circling around something

that's been long dead.

It's not meaty, this prey.

There's nothing left but bones.

But we won't even let these bones decay.

No, we can't.

We need to consume it,

Like it did us.

We can't let these remains

sink deep

and be the reason for the rich soil

and the next bloom.