It stares at me. Mocking me. Tempting me. Laughing at me.
It just won’t leave me alone, regardless of what I say or do.
It’s call is just too strong, something I cannot withstand.
The mind knowledge is there, but the will isn’t.
Why must it sit there, taunting me with its presence.
It knows I want it; it knows what affect it has on me.
This indulgence would be my downfall, that much is certain.
So what course of action is left for me, this weak wretched soul?
Do I give in and accept, like the heart says I should?
After all, nothing really wrong could happen, says one side.
But the opposing field argues a wholly convincing counter
Saying the truth of the situation might cause another happening
One so much worse than that which was seen before.
But such a catastrophe, such an apocalypse of that magnitude
Could never happen again; does lightning strike twice?
And regardless of that answer, the fire of the past is not the same.
It’s a more docile controlled beautiful work of art
One to be cherished and kindled into a magnificent blaze.
Or so the heart thinks. Desires. Pines and yearns for.
I want to. So much. Endlessly and without ceasing
Just to never let up and monopolize it completely.
Of course, after receiving the proper permissions.
For no two cakes are ever the exact same dessert, correct?

01.29.09, 11.30-11.51pm