Our lives were to be braided together like soft pretzels, baked to perfection.

That bond now bitten and chewed, the crumbs swept away.

We were snapped apart like rigid sticks,

No longer a flawless knot of dough; instead forever untying.

Lies were sprinkled onto us like grains of salt, speckling our friendship with bitterness

We soaked up the sweet taste of our endless conversations like melted butter,

Coating our true feelings for one another in cinnamon sugar.

Behind that mask of artificial sweeteners, we basked in our golden-baked memories.

Like yeast we rose and fell, never settling—

Our excuses puffing away into the air like powdered clouds of flour.

Yet despite such a connection, you choose salt, and I, sweetness. 

And so our twist loosened—forever broken from that impeccable bond.

Our edges burnt and brittle, unwanted by all, including ourselves.

 We fluctuated between irreparable and incomplete;

Unable to maintain the knot, we crumbled to charred, undesirable pieces.

Still, we continued seeping through the cracks like soggy dough,

 reaching out to one another, yet never truly reconnecting.

 And suddenly I became the salt of your life,

But you—

You were always the sweetness.