dear junk food,

i miss you.
i don't succumb to your pleasure anymore
and it hurts.
it hurts so very bad.
but i want you to know that i still ove you.
i really, really
really
do.
and although i don't partake in your sugary laden empty calories orgasmic yummy pure pleasureness,
i dream about you.
and they are such sweet dreams.

your most brokenhearted friend,
dawn