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.

 

 

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