I crave for him,
Like a diabetes craving for sweets
My own desire
Spining the plot
for my own demise,

But...
Its so tantalizing
my whole being
On fire,
at the thought of
walzing away in his arms..

But..
I can smell the evil
feel the arid coldness inside
I know he's no good for me
Its the typical
nerdy girl meets bad boy..
never to last
never to blossom
into anything substantial
Other than a tryst
A wonderful, engrossing
all consuming tryst...

But..
Am I ready,
To open the floodgates
and let the torrent
gush above my being
and drown me with its force?
No.. No... I want to live..
to find more meaningful happiness
A quiter love..
may be without the travestries of a giddy heart,
a spinning head,
and hours killed in waiting...

But...
a more profound love..
of interllectual debate..
little sacrifices..
unforgotten birthdays..
and a lifetime,
of mundane memories..
of choosing dishwashers
handwashing clothes
and drying Jeens together
and that sense of reassuarance
that comes,
when the headiness is over
and theres a long winding road ahead..
where mutual egoes need to battled,
pleasures sacrificed..
trust built
and loyalty
guarded with life..

Do I have the power to resist..
this gooi black chocolate
with hazel nut?
For a low sugar, corn based granolla bar...