I kind of want you in my bloodstream,
like a thick caramel serum.
I want to inhale your scent,
like I’m in a powdered sugar delirium.
I really want to suck on you,
like a lollipop with succulent swirls.
I need to let the remnants of soda pop on your lips
roll around my mouth in luscious twirls.
I’ve been searching for a sugar high,
in this twisted candy land.
I’m left drowning in fields of gumdrops
and suffocating on cotton candy strands.
I’m knee-deep in ample puddles of marshmallows
oozing and tearing with each step.
I’m trying to keep up with you on a trembling tundra
of crushed snow cones, dribbled with flavorings that’ve bled.
I hate the winding roads of broken gingerbread
you’ve carelessly constructed.
From the mountains of cake to each iced layer,
all the sugar-coated froufrou of a daydream
makes me cringe and leave you forgotten,
and led me to this sickening realization
that sweetness turns bitter and bitter, rotten.