Box of Cereal

Our love is a box of cereal

She asked me what our love was like.

I made it simple

I told her our love was like a box of cereal.

 

Our love was covered in a box, the best part inside

It was a great way to start the morning and at times it was healthy

 

but even cereal can get boring

the milk stealing it of its crunchy glory if it stayed out too long

our love is a lot like that, maybe we've left the cereal out to long and now its gone soggy

maybe the crunchiness we once adored is now gone.

and in the end, lets face it, everyone gets bored of cereal but we all stick around for the prize in the box.

 

but... here we are, the prize was out long ago..

and I look at my hands and stare at the box of cereal we're so alike too.

and I realize that's what our love is like

on the outside the box is complete and looks great.

but once you open this cereal box... its empty.

Author's Note

So first poem, haven't written in a while.. but it was nice to get this out.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Our Love is like Oatmeal. A Carbohydrate with a low glycemic index you can always depend on, predictable though it may be.