he was like candy, all sweet and gooey. sugary. like a cavity just waiting to happen. i couldnt help myself from wanting a taste. like the first bite of a tart apple, or the feeling of fire on your tongue, the poke of a toothpick. all of it was him. he was the one that i couldnt get out of my head. i couldnt sleep or eat or remember my shoes. I needed to have him, like a child needed cake. when i finally got the bite the sour, the sweet, the jab of fire i couldnt help but face the fact that sometimes the illusions are just better as being delusions in your head.