Sweet Stale Chocolates

He handed me sweet words
Like they were chocolates
The kind filled with a warm, oozing center.
He handed me sweet words
Like chocolates
But you never know
what you're going to get-
I didn't know if his sweet words
Had gone stale with deception
Or were cracked and dirty with over use.
He handed me sweet words
That still looked so delicious.
I closed my eyes and took a bite,
And I only realized they were bad
By the terrible heartburn that settled in my chest