Smatterings of chocolate chips entice you from afar.

Sitting there all innocent, in their cookie jar.

“Only one…there is no harm…

But let’s say two…yet three’s a charm…”


The cookie crumbles… it’s no surprise…

The evidence can tell no lies.

Denial will just prolong the pain.

Calling you sad names again.


The sugar rush is at its peak.

Who cares what crumbs may prove or speak!

Have another, for it’s all gone south.

Mind the crumbs around your mouth.



© The Secret Poetess, March 2017