sweet tooth

I still find pleasure in the most painful moments

Your killer words comfort me like a fresh pan of cinnamon buns on a crisp autumn morning; hot and oozing with violence. 
My hands become sticky. 

Tears sweet, like the finest candy on a rich lady’s China dish

I heard she has expensive taste. 

My throat closes up like the top of a soft serve ice cream cone when you yell the meanest things at me
Shower me in all your rainbow sprinkles
Lick me up, every last drop until there’s nothing left of me but the desire for your next meal. 

The agony has become addicting     Mouth watering at times; fulfilling every craving you’ve ever had.

Until one day you grow up and realise he only ever wanted a touch of your sweetness because he had gotten sick of eating soft pretzels. //j.e.monroe