Sweet Tooth

You’re an arms dealer of the worst kind

Weapons camouflaged as candy

Compliments wrapped in pastel cellophane

Vulnerability offered in folded wax paper

Affection, a most delicious confection

And I’ve got a sweet tooth

Dentist says to lay off the sweets

Reminds me they’re bad for my teeth

Scolds me for letting temptation win

Because I’d lose them all

Just a toothless grin

Chasing the sweet sugar high that is you

You’re an arms dealer of the worst kind

Keeping me at arm's length

Knowing there’s barbed wire wrapped around my heart

And a land mine inside my mind

And the button on my jeans—the pin on a grenade

One wrong move and this whole thing explo—

I'm flat on my back

Unable to speak

Shock setting in 

So tired, so weak

Heart ripped open

Broken and bruised

I thought I was safe

Now dazed and confused

Tears on my cheeks

Thick dust in the air

The last thing I heard

I’m not going anywhere

Blood on my fingers

Feels tacky, smells sweet

Touching my mouth

Only gums, no teeth

Anxiety rising

Unsure which hurts more

Feeling the sensations 

Or seeing the gore

Tension in my chest

Deep pain in my side

A bomb went off

With nowhere to hide

You left the scene

Nowhere to be found

While I'm all alone

Bleeding out on the ground

I knew the risks

I predicted the harm

I should’ve known better

When dealing in arms