just when i thought it would expire in thousand years

and so it is now evident that like those sweetened canned fruits sold at the nearby grocery store, your sweetness will soon expire. i don’t know when but i can feel the chill of its approach creep inside my pores as if it is caused by a strong inevitable force of nature.
mourning is not necessary but i cannot deny the tragedy of the situation when that happens. there are no warning signs, no labels, no exact expiration date, only an obvious enigma of the looming decay of your sweetness.

i wish you never made me hyperglycemic at all.