sticky

and I hated it
not because it didn't taste good
didn't fill me with an overwhelming euphoria
as I stupidly had expected
not because it was too sweet
but not sweet enough
at the same time
and that puzzled me
enough to distract me from the fact
that I didn't like it
it wasn't good
it wasn't satisfying
and I was yet again disappointed.
I hated it.

I hated it
not because it was so lovely to look at
so yellow
and bright
and full of promises
of sticky kisses
and sweet dreams
but only tastes like something from a dime-store
something that would easily entertain
and satisfy a child
but not me
never me
because I hated it

and I hated it

because everyone else loved it
they all raved
as their eyes rolled back in their heads
and they moaned in orgasmic wonder
at how something so little
and simple
could make them so happy
but not me

that fucking lollipop was judging me.