dear miss habit,

you're a plastic paradise

a plan i never meant to stick with

i love the way you dance but

your movements are fleeting

temporary and never quite satisfying

you tempt me with a twin

who offers herself freely

wrapped in a cardboard blanket

i wake to your bad breath

whispering headaches in my ear

coughing never felt so right

when you left my side, my light

and i thought we might die

together in a careless paradise