I wrote this for a breakfast-themed contest in Creative Writing earlier in the year. It's definitely not my best work, but it's cute and I haven't posted anything in awhile.

As the sunlight blanketed my tearstained bedroom
I caught sight of his figure leaning on the doorframe,
Accompanied by syrup-coated peace offerings
Ornamented with berries and apologies.
A verbal return of the favor well-received,
His worried eyes grinned back at me
While I lay back and wondered
How my rigid pride could become so malleable
At the hands of waffles and orange juice