Grasping for something I cannot have.
Like a young child reaching for the cookie jar,
becoming caught red handed.
Then suddenly a deer,
caught in the beaming stars connected to you.
An I am stuck,
whether in fear or enchantment I am not sure.
Then to a bulimic,
I indulge in you,
only to rebuke my actions later.
Regretting ever looking to you.
But it was oh so worth it,
when I finally reached that jar.
“But it was oh so worth it,
when I finally reached that jar.”
Glad to see the rebuking and regrets did not stop you from ending conclusion
in the last two lines.