I dream of what I can not have.

A flavor that dancing on my tongue like a wildfire.

All the colors of the rainbow compressed into forbidden fruit.

I can taste it now.

A dream I do not always wake up from before the first bite.

An itch that I want to scratch.

***

That itch will bleed if I scratch it.

I know it brings nothing but pain in the end yet still I crave.

The sweetness of the first bite is just so tempting.

A sweet promise of something I am missing.

Even if the side effects will have me on the floor, I want to give in.

A false facade of nicety.

***

No, I know better.

I will not fall for the charm again.

I have failed before but resistance is learned.

Repeated lesson unneeded.

I might fall again.

A slip up when I feel lax but no more than that.

***

If this forbidden flavor cannot be taken off the table, be my anchor.

Hold me accountable.

Misery highlighted in bright red.

Anything to make the lesson stick.

I might have messed up yesterday and in the future.

But let today remain horribly stain free.