Black Sugar Blues
She came with whiskey on her lipstick, hellfire in her smile,
said, “You ain’t my first mistake, but you’ll do for a while.”
I drank her down like poison, sweet and slow and wrong,
woke up cuffed to her shadow, where my conscience don’t belong.
She don’t pray, she don’t beg, she just smirks and breaks the rules,
got a tongue like a dagger and hips that rewrite the truth.
I followed her into sin like a preacher out of work,
she wore black sugar blues and a grin made of dirt.
Black sugar blues, crawling through my veins,
every kiss a curse, every touch leaves a stain.
I sold my soul for a high-heeled ghost,
now I’m the haunted one who needed her most.
She danced on my wreckage, lit a smoke on my pride,
said, “Baby, the devil’s just a girl in disguise.”
She bled my luck dry, took my nights and my name,
left a note in my ribs that said, “You were never my flame.”
Now I sleep in smoke and shame, with her taste stuck on my tongue,
those black sugar blues still burn like the day she begun.