I still think of you

A day,

another day

my head hits

the pillow

like a rhythm.

A day

another one

and still

I think of you.

Like a hidden

bag of chocolate,

I know its bad

but its there

and I know it

and I want it.

Really though

I know that

you don’t

think of me,

but here I am

trying to

avoid sweets.

Thoughts

so sweet

but oh so

bad.

A day

and another

one, and I

still think of you.

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