You love me like a soda,
I’ll let you bite at the back
of my throat and slide
languidly in-between my gums.
I can’t be bothered to notice
how easily I’ve grown accustomed
to your fleeting taste.
That same syrupy sweetness that
makes an addict of my tongue
and brings my senses to a blaze.
But I still hear that distant warning,
Like a childhood memory on repeat:
‘If you’re not careful,
It’ll rot your teeth, too.’