Oreo

something as simple

(and completely unrelated to anything that makes a bit of sense, understand)

as breaking apart a cookie

and licking the frosting that stuck to

the better half-

has become some sort of metaphor for

relationships

and my life.

a perfectly good cookie

just begging to be

bathed in an ice cold glass of milk

that for some unknown reason

I decide to break apart

and suck the soul right out of the middle of it

leaving two equal but

rather unfulfilled halves

that can never be the same way they were

before I thought I knew better than

the fate that made them…