your promises were sweet lies
fragranced with my ignorance
they always tell you that
too much sugar isn't good for you
but i had a real bad sweet tooth
the kind that wakes you up in the middle night
and your lies were my fixing
too little of your sweetness
left me craving for more
too much
and i was left with a toothache
that could only be suppressed by the
cold bitter aftertaste of
truth
that lay empty in my
gullible heart
YOU ARE READING
thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
