Prompt Master Poems

Forbidden Indulgence

My dearest dairy,
soft rebellion in a silver wrapper,
you have never pretended to be good for me,
and I have never pretended,
I could stay away.

They warned me about you.
Doctors spoke in careful tones,
friends shook their heads,
labels whispered avoid at all costs,
yet there you sat in the refrigerator light,
like a promise I fully understood,
and chose anyway.

You melt for me,
the way reason never does;
butter slipping into warm bread,
cheese stretching like a held breath,
ice cream dissolving into quiet apologies,
I make only to myself.

My body protests our meetings.
We both know this.
You leave consequences,
like love letters written in discomfort,
reminders that some romances,
are not meant to be easy.

Still, just because I am lactose intolerant,
doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

Love has never been logical.
It is late night bowls of regret,
and morning vows of restraint,
broken by afternoon cravings.
It is choosing joy,
even when joy argues back later.

You are my beautiful mistake,
my creamy contradiction,
the softest betrayal,
I willingly forgive.

One day I may learn discipline;
walk past you without longing,
close the fridge without hesitation,
but tonight,
I will meet you again.

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Task Prompt: Write a love poem to a bad habit.
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