What's Wrong

Food for Thought

you spun words with a gold needle
stringing together strawberry thoughts
that got me addicted the moment i tasted them
you had vanilla skin and an artist's hands
painting the world with your own flavors
your chocolate smile followed me around
tempting me to get another taste
and so i did, i couldn't help it
i loved the shade of raspberry that your eyes were
underneath a truthful sun
you tasted naturally sweet, like cherry pie
and even when you clog my arteries
i continue to take spoonfuls of you
because i'd much rather have you take my heart
than have the world force feed me plastic lies
your honesty tasted like a mixture
of bitter lemon juice and pomegranate drops
and although i would've never come up
with such a bizarre combination
you made it work, turning your mind into
delectable dessert, which i binged on
gouging myself on your imagination,
while we were surrounded by those
who starved themselves of thought