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I miss
rolling around
in bed with you,
the endless smile,
the peace I felt.

I forget the agony.

Whenever I get this way
I send you
a stupid email,
and the enormous
can of worms
is exposed again
to the world,
writhing sticky
and pink
in the night.

So I won't.

I'm not going to.

But quitting you is hard.
Harder than cigarettes,
coffee,
and chocolate combined.
Because you make me
feel better
than any of those
ever could.

You're also
worse than cancer;
once you're inside,
there's no getting you out.

They haven't invented
the patch
the diet
the surgery
to get rid of you yet.

But when they do,
they'd better patent it.

There are going to be
a lot of women
willing to pay
a lot of money
to have
their assholes
removed.