dulce (8/6/19)
i'm stuck in a game of tug of war.
on one side is my desire to please him --
the other, my insatiable hunger for less serious,
tall,
dark,
handsome pleasures.
i'm always left with the same question --
do i indulge?
my cravings never seem to get me anywhere good,
but my sweet tooth is hungrier than ever...
and a little taste of me never hurt anyone.
i guess this tug of war just crowned its winner.
This poem is about:
Me
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