You said I was like candy,
but I don’t feel
sweet and delightful.
You make me feel like
a sugary guilty pleasure
a checkout aisle afterthought
a ten minute distraction
that leaves a bad aftertaste.
I’m not healthy.
You might think I’m all you need,
when you only get tastes,
but there’s no future with me
Just weak bones and bad joints
As you realize I can't support you
Until you come to your senses
And kick me like a bad habit
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Hopeless State Of Mind
PoetrySad peoms and stories from built up emotions & memories over the past 3 years.
