Slimmed my daily twelve texts to two; muted gratuitous midday thoughts of loving you.
Shackled up the reds, the whites ,the blushes; substituted a rigorous schedule for your salacious touches.
Gave up radio for the slightest hint of a love song; avoided conversations with friends about loves gone wrong.
Dug my head deep into the challenges of world conflict, and baby I still have to reluctantly admit…
I’m so, so ready to abort this damn di-et.