Poem – Breathing You

Love me like it hurts
It’s not right, it’s not fair; but —
Your love is my air

Poem – Too Sweet

Smile, sucralose sweet; Assaultingly artificial. Eyes, whispering half truths in the dark. Mouth, filled to the brim; Spilling over with things said and not said. Glare as sharp as knives. Tongue spoiling into venom. Behind that smile, A sugary death awaits.