coated with sugar,

laced with cyanide,

dipped in honey,

spiked with arsenic,

covered with icing

dripping venom,

sweet,

toxic,

candied,

deadly.

she craves to have a taste.

i won’t be stupid enough to taste it.

i offer you to,

perhaps,

have a taste?

i mean,

after all,

it’s yours.

and i thought,

that maybe,

you ought to try

your own concoction.

and after all,

they play on your lips every day.

so it makes me curious

and I wonder,

why do you never swallow?

so I'm gonna shove it down your throat with you begging for it.

like how you make all the other girls do it.

bon appétit

it's time to eat your words

i ran my tongue over your words

my name in your voice shattering

like glass i tasted my rusted blood

interwoven within your absence

- deathetix

raspberry laced with that honey

sweet sound of you talking about

--well--

you.

and the tangy new flavor of

butterscotch mango as i

listen to your red-velvety monologue;

cause your words taste like licorice

strawberry cream

when your eyes collide with mine...

the meaning might not matter if

the taste is maple-syrup sweet and

your mouth keeps delivering dessert

but as the minutes roll by

i start to find a sour aftertaste

in your lemon words--

cause they might be within your

palate but i've realized:

you're not within mine.

the way

you sang my name,

lacing each syllable

with showering love,

its fresh honey

kissing the tip of my tongue

as I savoured each drop,

it's almost a dream,

sifting like sand through my fingers

when I try to grasp it.

(a dream that happens once in a lifetime)

the way

you sneer my name,

lacing each syllable

with deadly venom,

its burning acid

piercing the tip of my tongue

as I dread each drop,

it's almost a nightmare,

sticking like glue to me

when I try to peel it off.

(a nightmare that has become reality)

lies, lies, lies.

freshly picked lies you handed me-

wrapped in sickly sweet promises &

loving, sugary clarity; tell me, was your

intention to hurt me or control me? 'cause

after eating your bittersweet words, i

can no longer feel anything.

lies, lies, lies.

is all i can think now, when you

run across my mind. perhaps, if i

knew early on, i could've stopped you.

yes, yes, yes.

you told me,

names are a dangerous reality.

but that didn't

stop me from asking for a taste of

yours: went down easily once you

gave it to me, didn't turn toxic 'till

i began digesting everything with it.

yes, yes, yes.

savory plans painted our midnight,

stars acting like flashlights as we made

shadow puppets with our hands interlaced

& held up in the sky.

lies, lies, lies.

your words then were,

darling, we can last a lifetime.

at last, you broke my protective walls,

so damn easily. but now that it all comes

crashing down, the poison spreading so

my heart's slowly dying; yes, yes, yes

i hate you now that i, realized i once loved

you & wanted to last a lifetime.

*read aloud as spoken word*

One taste of your words and I was hooked. They lingered, stuck between my teeth, my tongue tasting them long after you’d gone. They became my drug of choice, the high I never stopped chasing. I was an addict, you my supplier. Out of your mouth spilled silvery pools of heroin, cascading into my veins, flowing through my body, filling me, feeling everything and nothing, and never wanting to not feel that way again. Look what you did, leaving track marks across my mind. They were me and I was them. A poison I believed to be the antidote to a sickness called life. And I forgot a world without them. A world without you. What made me feel alive was slowly killing me, and when you left I wish it would have. Your words may have hurt me, but the pain of silence is unimaginable. My body rejected this state of withdrawal. Give him back it said. Give me one more hit just one more high. Punishing me as I lay shaking on the bathroom tile, salty tears dripping like acid down my face. Give him back. My skin was sweaty, but I was freezing, my clammy hands aching for yours. My chest was on fire, and my lungs were drowning. My brain was screaming Please end it. End it right now, I am begging you. I finally understood people who said there are worse things than death. When you left my system, I was clean and I was free, but I was alone. Being an addict almost killed me, but I found sobriety is not a life worth living if falling off the wagon means falling in love.

Your words are bitter and taste like lemons. They are all lies. Who would say such a thing? You are mean and rude.What have I done to you for you to criticize me? I refuse to listen. Go away. I watch you go in delight, but suddenly I realize why you spoke bitter words. I did the same to you.

Flimsy as a piece of bread,

White like mayonnaise,

Useless like Iceberg lettuce,

Tear-inducing like onions,

Slippery like tomatoes,

Salty like a slab of bologna,

Fake like American cheese,

Tasteless like Wonder Bread.

Across the room, I sit,

Devouring my own Italian sub,

Suffocating in the beautiful harmony.

Occasionally I glance and see you.

I watch you eating, pitiful

That you truly think that this

Pathetic display of patriotism

Is the only taste that matters,

And envious that you can swallow

Such tasteless bullshit with ease.