Sweet

Sometimes I'm sure there's
candy apple
dripping through my veins
not because I am sweet
but because I am clogged

because your boyish voice is
bittersweet
and I've bitten my tongue
so many times that
the words don't flow quite right and

sometimes I still
forget how to breathe
cause you know the phrase
once bitten
twice shy?
I wish I had been.

My constant desperation for
some sort of
adoration
only wears me down
when the bites build up

I am not an apple
and please don't
sugarcoat me