You're impossible

I've struck the vein,

in the root of my loneliness.

Its your quick smile and vague eyes.
Its too bad, now I only spit blood.

So many cravings lately.
I could always succumb to my relentless sweet tooth
but that only leads to cavities.
My mouth is chalk full of them.
I don't have the heart nor the money to fill them with metal,
Rather feel the familiar sting every time I taste something sugar coated,