You, like sugar, I desire.
You, like sugar crystals, shine in the light.
You, like sugar, make me high.
And you, like sugar, make me crash.
You, like sugar, I am told to avoid.
You, like sugar, make me regret.
You, like sugar, sicken me.
And you, like sugar, motivate me to change.
I know I’ve made it because my hands smell like corn, and by my feet is a can that says Del Monte.
When I met a girl on Omegle who read me like three incoherent, handwritten, multi-page love poems
I think that's what it means to feel something
I never paid attention when I went to Jewish school, and I never once sat through services
And yet I know the sound, like a heartbeat in grey
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