Honey, Caramel & Cream

I was so drunk on you, that I couldn't see

past a shallow illusion, a lewd fantasy.

Fated to meet, an illusionists dream,

like honey and caramel, slathered in cream.

What tasted delicious, grew too sickly to bear,

feelings decayed, too cloying to care.

Your thoughts you kept hidden, remaining unseen,

Chewing through money, a shrill slot machine.

Endless parades, fractured laughs, feigned delight.

I drank and I drank, kidding myself, it would all be alright.

But when the money ran dry and the laughs rang too shrill,

I was left holding the can, a bitter sweet pill.

Burned by the knowledge, a hard pill to bear,

I surrendered to wisdom for I really did care.

I cared for connection, harboring a deeper regret,

I sold out to an illusion, and I'll never forget.

For suffer the foolish caught up in a dream

if you believe nothing is better

than honey, caramel and cream.