Bad Habit

Do I drink?
No, but lately
My eyes blur reality,
Intoxicated
Under the influence of
Her smile.

Do I swear?
No, but
My arms dangle profanely,
Cursed with proximity but
Denied reach.

Do I steal?
No, but
My memory sneaks around,
Pockets laden with stolen looks
At her.

Do I lie or cheat?
No, but
My reason toys with perjury,
Playing taffy-pull with
The truth.

Do I speed?
No, but
My desire races, careens,
threatening to make a wreck
Of me.

She is my tragic flaw,
She is my bad habit,
The one my heart just can't seem
To kick.