Sweet Tooth
A poem about my long battle with refined sugar addiction
I was a sweet tooth
who couldn't stop craving
candies, cookies, ice cream and cake.
It was an addiction that
I wanted to stop
but I was unable to.
The aroma of sugar
made me drown in
my own pool of syrup.
The sight of ice cream
made me freeze
like an igloo.
I was consumed with
sweets and sugar
like I was about
to go on an edible drug overdose.
It was perilous
like smoke penetrating
my brain, belly and throat.
The sound of cookies baking
made me run to the kitchen.
The touch of goopy custard
made me sticky like taffy.
The sweet smack of chocolate
made my stomach roar
like a lion in the jungles of Africa.
I was a sweet tooth
who couldn't stop thinking about
Oreo cookies, hot fudge sundaes, Dairy Queen blizzards and cotton candy milkshakes.
Artificial sugar was my narcotic
that made me high as a kite
and stoned as a rock.
Thank you so much for reading my poem! My hope is to educate anyone who was struggling or is currently struggling with binge eating and refined sugar addiction. If you liked this poem, please share, click on the heart button, send me a tip and visit my public profile for more poems and stories! If you want to connect with me, follow me on Instagram @naturalbibliophile22. Have a great week! 💕🌺✌🏻
PS: This poem is also published on one of my other poetry blogs which I’ll link down below!
About the Creator
Talia Devora
Poetess, visual artist and lifestyle/quiz writer! My pastimes include reading, sleeping, gaming, music, fitness, etc! Be yourselves, be kind and value life! Let's connect and be friends!
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Is it wrong that this made me crave sweet things?
Hopefully your information will educate other!!! Superbly expressed & loved it!!!💕❤️❤️