I’m not much of sweet tooth, sugar makes me sick. Yet, maybe your sweet taste  distorted my gums, so the heaviness  in my molars became  my everyday. Or was it the orange-flavored kiss  you left behind, that made me okay with  hard candy stuck, jammed in between  my crooked teeth.   It’s normal,  I told myself. While, pieces of my enamel turned into your meal, letting you settle in between my teeth. Sugar coated and filled, sticking to my cracked lips  infesting, rotting, staining, slowly clawing at my nerves eroding all the away to the bone. The mint toothpaste  wasn’t enough  when the mirror told me, the aches and bad breath  isn’t love. So I let my fingers  crawl into my mouth, twisting out my decaying tooth from the root  with a— snap. The gap in my smile  left the edges of  my tongue iron sickened. So now, your orange candy, will never taste sweet again.