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.