The Life of Pie

Seductively you beckon from across the room, so brown, so golden, and so sweet. I thought I gave you up fifteen pounds ago. I have never looked back yet daily you’ve shouted and eventually barely whispered your sweet nothings until I thought you gone. You are here again and I am tempted, but you will not win me back.




The skeptics and haters said I lacked the will. They said that we’d be back together in no time.



I thought that they were so wrong and they were until now. It is the holidays. I expect you there. I expect you to complete my meal; my night should end with you.



It is not just you; I’ve abstained from the others as well. They so see me as a weak man. They too want their sweetness upon my lips. They want the control. They want me to crave all day and every day.



I’ve vowed to be strong. I don’t mean to be rude when I walk into a room were you sit. It is however best that I pretend that you are not there. I know that if I have you, I will need to have all of you.