“the heartache of having an extreme sweet tooth”

A box of chocolates sings my name—  
Its velvet ribbon, red as shame—  
By midnight’s hush, I dim the light,  
And promise: just a tiny bite.  

But sugar’s siren, soft and keen,  
Invades my dreams in jellybean,  
With caramel that slow unfurls  
And whispers, “Come, you precious pearl!”  

Each morning finds me battleworn:  
My will shriveled and spirit torn—  
The wrappers, like confetti, spread  
Across the landscape of my bed.  

I envy those with simple joys—  
A crisp green grape, no almond noise,  
Who glance at pie, then walk away,  
While icing leads my soul astray.  

For candies sparkle, bold and bright,  
Like childhood, infinite delight;  
Yet tooth and temple ache in time,  
A heavy toll for sugared crime.  

And so I nurse my bittersweet—  
A ceaseless thrum with every treat—  
For deep within, this hunger grows:  
A longing only sweetness knows.  

Still, sometimes, dusk falls warm and kind,  
A sprinkle of self-peace I find,  
And savor, in the quiet room,  
A single square of rich maroon—  
Letting love for sugar, fierce and wild,  
Sweetly break, then calm, the child.

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