Fine wine

Sometimes trauma ages like fine wine
Velvet rugs of the past that tug against your life

And the taste of your tongue

Cabernet so-alone

A long time In a cellar 

Can sometimes lead to stellar

Flavours being born

Sometimes taking your lumps

Is more like sugar than coal

3 to 4 steps

Closer to your goal

When you left the oven preheated

It can help you beat it

Like yolks and heavy cream

I've never been good at baking these things

But I do know how to cook

Savour and season these reasons

Never following the book

Every moment a decision of pace

So the darkest taste

Find a place on your plate

When In a lesser space

It would belong in the trash

The flavor of ash is often sought after in coffee

Strong we call it

Destroyed is what it is

Carbon is all that this

Really tastes like

When you make a face like

Nothing ever bothered you

Sometimes trauma ages like fine wine

But most of the time

It's just sour grapes

I never wanted to be happy anyway

Because it felt so out of reach

And for every deeper speech

At the end of the day

All we really want

Is

A raspberry merlot

Sorbet