You are a cupcake

I see you
behind
the counter
glass.
So cute.
The way
they
dress you
up.
I know you
taste good.
No doubt.
As I am eating
you I feel
so good.
So high
from that
sweetness.
But I Know
I will crash.
The sugar you
give me is
not real.
Or is it?
Hours
later as I am
holding
my stomach.
I will never
eat
another
cupcake again.
Done!
Weeks go by
and then I start
to think about
your wrapper.
Your moist
cake.
Your sweet
frosting.
The promise
of happiness.
For just
awhile.
No!
I can not.
Weeks go
by and
I call an
Order in.
I need a dozen
cupcakes by
next week..
Can you deliver?
Yes ma'am..
But you will
have to do
carry out
the cupcakes are
fresher that
way.
Done!
My weakness
takes over...
Damn your
wrapper and
Damn you.
Mr. Cupcake.
I can diet another
time.
You only live
once.