Bad Habit

A lazy afternoon

with not a thing to do

and somehow I choose

to spend it with you.

At first it seems great

but I know how it ends

every time I get burned

yet you say we are friends.

Someday I might break

this dreadful bad habit

but until that day comes,

my heart, you’ll inhabit.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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