Self Consuming Love

I think I'm in love

and I'm engorged

stuffing myself absolutely

keeping it all in my mouth

cheeks filled

lips brimming with

this simple feeling

just keeping it all greedily in.

I am a child

gleeful and sheepish at the same time

smirking quietly to myself

in a little corner

the crumbs of evidence

in small specks across my face

trickling down my fingers

sticky and sweet.

I am absolutely stuffed

feeling a little nauseous

as the sugar rush fades away

and the sad act replays in my mind

and a heavy coating of guilt settles

my stomach protests

and I double over

in absolute disgust with myself.