Sugared Coffee Date

Bittersweet I lick my lips, a bundle of wired nerves; The dopamine hits my veins; I don’t want to crash so I’m crushing on you, sipping that cold brew coffee; Poison lingers like syrupy sweet mocha, as addictive as undetectable sugar; Taking a taste of your blueberry scone biting back bits of blood swallowing, my heartbeat racing; Maybe I’m dying or maybe I’m falling, a razor thin slice caked with venom; Poison lingers like syrupy sweet mocha, as addictive as undetectable sugar; High on espresso shots I gaze over the rim of my mug a victim of this crush; Strung out on caffeine In poison we trust; Bittersweet, I lick my lips.