Saccharine

Sickly sweet. That’s what she is. Bubblegum, ginger bread, vanilla soaked marshmallow. Sweet. Sugar drips out of the words she speaks Cotton candy – fluffy words whose savory goodness melts in your mouth Before you can realize the true story… There is no substance She is a candy apple. Don’t let her artificial demeanor fool you. Her caramel will stick to you Before you realize that she is rotten. You can’t judge a book by its cover And hers is out of date She is an acquired taste Like a drug. After several bites, it’s clear you’ve had too much But you can’t get rid of her that easily She’ll leave a bitter taste in your mouth; Stain your tongue Yet leave you wanting more