Sickly sweet

being all toasty with you

Under the sun

Is sickly sweet,

It’s too late

I feel your pain

Weathering against my skin

I can’t bear it—-

It’s all too sweet,

It feels like a sin.

Your eyes are too warm,

Your hand is too soft

But before,

Before

It all felt like a slamming rock

And now you’re so sweet.

my chest is hurting, inside like a cavernous tomb with a bloody mess inside

My heart goes boom! A palpitation that increases with your hot breath.

My smile feels too real,

Your writing on the walls,

And everything goes a mile a minute—-

I just need you to go,

I need rest.

We are tethered

By an invisible string,

For you, you only feel it when you throw your rocks

For me, it’s forever, all the same.

Morose, it’s overtly saccharine,

A bit too much sweets in my mouth,

But in my ear it mainly remained

A weary, sickly sweet half truth to tout.