Falling-Mirrors

i took too much literally and lost my ability to discern the difference between salt and sugar until the crystals were staining the tip of my tongue (usually they were salt, i always found out too late because i was always too ready to taste whatever it was you gave me since i never thought trusting you could be a bad thing) but that was it, i guess. i was always too trusting and i wanted too badly to believe in you and everything you stood for that i made your excuses for you. that wouldn't have been so bad but you stood for drinking cyanide and stabbing daggers in my back till i was coughing and choking on the air rushing out from the punct