It is not all sunshine and roses.

We should know better by now.

Yet we still fall for the trap


the oldest and most bittersweet.

There is no first sight; that’s a lie.

There’s no way of knowing


until you find yourself in its grasp.

There is an alluring aroma,

within the claws, sticky and thick.


Then there’s the taste

that leaves you craving, never quite sating.

You choose a favorite flavor.


There is no question of why

we keep going back for seconds

willingly clogging our arteries.


The confusion only sets in after it hurts

and the realization hits that it is you

That has been consumed.

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