The Indulgence Cycle
I indulge myself with what will never exist.
It is the bittersweet cake that leaves you feeling shameful and sick.
I erase the blurry line between true and false,
Giving myself this destructive gift, in secrecy.
I feel the depths that are nothing,
And devise the addictive conversations I have only with myself.
Reaching, touching, but my eyes betray me.