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My weakness is my greatest regret.
I tried to be strong.
Lord! I tried so hard!
Everyday I would tell myself that this would be the day.
This would be the day I would stay strong.
This would be the day I resisted temptation.
And everyday I believed I would succeed.
And everyday I failed. Every single day.
I was not strong. I did not resist.
I could not resist.
The temptation was just too strong.
Stronger than me. Stronger than my will.
You – you were too strong.
You drew me to you like a magnet.
Physics, then, was my downfall.
Or maybe biology.
I was a moth drawn to the flame that would be my destruction.
Or perhaps it was just the chemistry?
There was certainly chemistry between us.
Well, it was some kind of science for sure. Though at times it seemed more like witchcraft, a dark art, the work of the devil, this attraction to you.
But that’s the trouble with temptation.
It is attractive and sweet and addictive.
It pulls you in against your will, wrapping you up in its sweetness, melting away all resistance.
And who can fight against that?
Not me.
I was undone before I even began.

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Outwardly calm,
Your face a mask.
There is no clue
To the slow burn
Seething within.
And you speak –
Icily polite –
Words to freeze
The sun’s ray.
They do not see
The cold spark
That will ignite
The furnace blast
Flash fire
That will scorch the soft
Earth of friendship.


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Jealousy incites

Unreasonable demands.

Friendship threatened.


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A bindweed,
twisting purple and green
Invades your soul.
A strangle grip
blackening your heart.


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Scraps of attention,
Flung like so much
Discarded and forgotten.
They are my treasure.
To be gathered in.
Scooped up and mashed together.
Not hoarded.
Their bulk – a shortlived comfort.

Your scant words!
I devour them.
Gulp them down
Swallow them whole.
Such tasteless scraps.
They are not enough.
Never enough.
I long for more.
Yearn for them.
Resolve to taste each one
Savour their meaning.
Make them last.

But for the compulsion,
The insatiable appetite.
I sicken myself.


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The slow slide of
Snow from on high.
The cold drop and
The heavy fall.
A silent, slithering slump.


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I saw her looking at the display. She was planted in front of it, fingers splayed out, the tips white against the glass, forehead pressed tight against the window. I stood back, listening to her exclamations, the voice pitched almost higher than was humanly audible. Words bubbled up from her throat and burst out in a piercing babble. Impatience and frustration seethed inside me. I needed her to move on, these were mine! They were not meant for her. No amount of wishing would make them hers. But they could be mine, would be mine.  Blood roaring in my ears, I sensed rather than saw her relax away from the window, the man with her was saying something, making soothing noises. I saw them turn and walk away, the girl turning back for one last, longing look.

I held each one, turning them over in my hands, seeing them gleam and sparkle. Beautiful. I placed them with care into the cabinet. All seven spaces finally filled. At last, I had them all, my collection complete. I gathered up the discarded wrappings and a leaflet floated to the floor.
“New! Limited Edition!
Order now and start collecting today!”
My heart fluttered and somewhere deep inside, the stirrings of a new desire flickered into life.

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