Lemonade: a refreshing citric beverage serving size: 1 glass

One glass would suffice, we could hold no more.

 Our last concoction of acid and arguments cracked our only remaining glass.

We desperately tried to quench our thirst for love, but we were left parched of purpose.

Our conversations feebly spritzed like the juice of freshly squeezed lemons.

Peels shed and the mixture stirred, our combined emotions temporarily stable

A drop of lemon extract to sweeten the moment, even if artificially so.

Together, we were the zest of the brightest fruit, a burst of tartness to life’s recipe,

 blending our flavors of bitter and sweet to form a delectable recipe of us.

Alas, the recipe called for water to balance the tang, dissolving the sugar.

 Sugar: our apologies.

Apologies which were delicate and crystalline,

 Each granule piling into a mountain of sweetness.

One quarter cup sufficed for our picturesque drink,

But we overpoured.

  The drink now leaving a bitterly hollow aftertaste.

No apologies left to spare for one another, only hard feelings.

We fabricated our own recipe— a recipe for disaster.

We thought ice could chill and dilute the flavor of our overly saturated lies.

  For a moment, we thrived in the cold, savoring the cool relief as it swept over us.

 Just as quickly, the clear cubes melted, and the bubbles fizzled back out,

Leaving us deflated, a drink gone flat.

The relationship popped like a bubble crackling into nothingness.

No longer sweet and buoyant, we vanished.

One final sip more bitter than any before, no need to refill.