if one thing could be true
in every instance
it is that I have a horrendous sweet tooth
the kind that conquers an entire box of chocolates
alone
in the dark
and aches for more
my heart is tainted by my constant desire for
sickening sweetness
sliding my love around sugar-tongued liars
until my teeth hurt and my heart breaks
this is why I loved her
a cupcake full of sin and strawberry jam
topped with cyanide and sweet cream frosting
I never should’ve tasted
her poisonous pastry of a pulse
never should’ve trusted her rusty mouth
full of teeth and tetanus
let her eat the damned cake herself
and choke on it
I’m finally full