A raw, intimate poem about craving something you know isn’t good for you - and choosing to take whatever pieces of it you can get anyway.
Written in honest, vulnerable language, it captures the tension between desire and self-preservation, and the quiet ache of wanting from something or someone who can’t give you enough.

Perfect for: lovers of emotionally charged poetry, those drawn to themes of longing and complexity, or anyone who appreciates art that speaks to imperfect love.

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"crumbs, I will take 

my love, my delightful darling, 

i long for you immensely 

i pursue my day but it always come to this-

craving you endlessly.  

i crave your sweet offerings;

empty, desolate offerings.

i long for you, i speak tenderly of you

i desire the feel of your soft edges on my lips

and i am satiated with your hard ones too.

your succulent taste lingers within 

however, you offer no salutary for me.

you’re dangerous, meretricious.

a dose of you and i am aching for more.

my foible,

pernicious to my being

i can put no end to this, though i know

you betray me, you burn me, all the while pleasing me 

euphoria slices through me 

a warmth coats me

all too soon, you vanish

aloof in your quiet destruction   

and i’m left frigid

but content.

until next time, my delightful darling"