Sickeningly Sweet

15Apr09

You are sickeningly sweet
You are Easter Sunday, all pastels and bunnies
And chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
Too much chocolate.
You are a honey-drenched tissue, a honeydew melon
Dripping with sweet,
The kind of sweet I despise.

I stare at you with your sugar-soaked smiles
And Shirley Temple wiles
Wanting to be like you.
I can be like you, sickeningly sweet.
And I am. But different.

I am an overripe strawberry. A bruised banana.
This tainted type of sweet is the best I can do.
Used up and beyond naivety.
Without your innocense and your good intentions.
My smiles drip with dishonesty and disillusionment.

You are sickeningly sweet
And I envy you.
Beyond jealousy or words.
And yet I cannot hate you.
For I know one day
You’ll be just like me.

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