Bitter, sweet…bittersweet.
Just a touch on my tongue says enough for my entire body to tremble.
You always think that at first…just a little. I’ll just have a little. It’ll be enough to quench my thirst.
But then I end up on overload. Craving more when actually what I really need is less.
A little ends up going a long way: much farther than where I was intending for it to go.
It ends up taking over–like an invasion where I didn’t stand a chance.
But unlike a foreign invasion, I’m quite familiar with this one. It is one that I frequent regularly.
Yes it’s luster is appealing and it’s image is ripe…
But once I squeeze it and have a little, I’m no longer myself.
I keep saying that one day I’ll make lemonade.
But damn it I just can’t seem to get there.