His hair, long dark and shiny kind of like the colour of liquorish, I despise the sweet but I’ll give it another try just for him. He is so bad for me.

Like a tall apple tree he tempts me tantalizing me with those insatiable and succulent healthy red apples, I reach for it but somehow I never seem to even graze it. Why do you like keeping me on my tip toes?

Foolish me, still attempt so reach for this impossible ideology, he is not yours let him go.

Tell me boy, do you like to play with my emotions?

It’s funny I’m making him look like the villain but really he doesn’t even know how I feel, the emotional tsunami that he unconsciously puts me through. He’s salt and I’m sugar we don’t mix but in my dreams we have done more than just mixing. This is the state of lack of control he put me in, I hate it but can’t live without it.

I’m forever craving him, like junk food, in this war of self control he always wins, here I am again burger in hand fries on the side ready to devour it all and still not be satisfied. Boy you have me hanging on seconds of pleasure and years of pain that will one day result in my demise. But don’t worry I like it.