It sits there haunting me…

Why must it be so inviting? Why can’t I have it now?
I just want a little more.
Why must it be so colorful?
Why must it be so good?
why. Why. WHY ?

No one is looking. Now it can be mine.

I reach as high as I can. ughh… Still not high enough. Why me?
I stand on my tippy-toes. ughh… Yes! I have reach the rim.
I tip it towards me. The contents spill onto the floor….

Why are they called M&M’s?
Why not, Sweet Chocolate Bliss?
Why do people say, ‘To much of a good thing is bad.’?
There is no such thing.
Why? Because,
I sit in a mound of…Bliss, content to my hearts desire…

I am an addict. And I am three.