Sweets that kills

No Kidding.

A relationship too sweetened up kills. Literally. You can't leave each other for anything. It has indeed, kill people of opportunities with chances of making friends. Stick to him/her all the time. So fascinating. So self-absorbed. So much desire to be only with the lover that you forgot your PR skills. Then when they leave, you had a drastic wake up call. Bad one indeed. You find yourself clueless with nothing in you. Uh-oh. What are you going to do? Time already flew. Those strangers are no more strangers, but you don't know them, because you don't talk to them. Sure, they have been something so familiar in your sight, but you can't talk to them for nuts. You don't know how to mingle, no best friends. You feel depressed. It sucks to be you. Such a loner. Always sitting there by yourself, eating alone, no one to take the bus with you.

Sigh. You resort to joining clubs and activities. You don't talk much, but you had attention. Can't help it. You liked voicing out. Appropriate ones it seems. You found yourself face to face with a sweet talker. Oh, how they serenate you with complimentaries and charm. How they smile at you that made you feel like royalty. So nice to be called "babe" and "honey" or "darling" even though they were just plain friends. So satisfying. You repay them back. You subscribed to their desire. You turned into someone without logic whatsoever. Stupidity, that's what you call when you woke up. But this is what you call commitment. They want money, you just give; they want sex, hungry ones, you also give. Can't help it, you were so enthralled by the whole sweet talk, you'd do anything to hear them again. You like being one too. It gives you everything you want don't you? Oh sure, those who don't like them walk away, they are just weird aren't they? Who doesn't like listening to compliments? Eh? You don't care, you just want one more extra piece of the cake. Then, things aren't so sweet anymore. So sickenning. So disgusting. You think only idiots like to be sweet talked like that. You became poor. You were insulted as dirty. But you finally escaped.

Oh dear, look at you now, so pathetic, such a jerk. Everyone looks down on you. The sweet talkers work their charm didn't they? Telling everyone how lowly you are. Oh poor thing, so much or trying to taste that sweet. But will anyone actually pity you? Maybe, if you meet new friends. And so you did. You exaggerated your story making yourself a victim. They'll be feeling empathy for you. They'll be feeling sad for you. Poor thing, now you resort to passing the sweet to others weren't you? Casting a net, to see who will fall into your trap. You were so desparate for attention, and revenge, building a sort of circle of friends. So that you can get back at them. Fool, your foolishness, your idiocy, your stupidity, your absurdity, it made you into who you become now. Such a pitiful loner with a circle of friends as human shields.

Fool, you have been watched, stalked, by people. Sigh, when will you realise that the only way to taste the real sweet is to not be too sweet, not to succumb to sweetness of stupidity? Sigh, or, you'd prefer to taste bittersweet aftertaste of your life for eternity? Sigh, find another path now, fool. Please. If not, you'll be diabetic, and eventually, get killed.

You have people who care for you you know? Their sweets don't kill.

*Moral of the story : Never accept sweets from dangerous people who might ruined your life*