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.