Sugar Rush

Emotions are so tasty,
So full of favor.

Like candy.

Either sweet,
Either salty,
Either tangy,
Or perhaps even bitter.

Yes, my favorite,
The bitter flavor,
On my tongue as it melts,
Running through my veins.

I crave the high,
I wait for every meal,
Salivating at any glance.

When empty handed,
I cry myself to sleep,
I need the pain,
I need the high.