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a sugary pill to swallow


a sugary pill to swallow


it’s only a game

we lie to ourselves

use my heart as the pawn

and yours as the prize

sickeningly saccharine, you’re cloying my veins

clouding my vision

with the honeymoon haze

yet i revel in the aftertaste

of the sticky, sugared poison

that we feed ourselves by the spoonful

till there’s no warmth left to siphon

the warning signs flash amber

the honeyed hues, caramelised shades

of orange and yellow

dancing

in the flickers of the flame and i as the moth

indulge in the charade


as if the inevitable ruins won’t lie my feet

when it comes crashing down

in a month, in a week

the truth is a tough pill to swallow

so I steal the only other choice from the bottle

the syrupy smiles, your sunlit laughter

foolishly lovesick, i’m drunk off my greed

raise it to my lips, that death-scented kiss

only to find that

it no longer tastes sweet.

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