Dear Candy Drawer,

When you’re empty, so am I. 

I miss you when you’re gone, but I can’t stand you when you’re here. 

We have such a one sided relationship, you and me. You don’t call my name. You don’t miss me.   Sometimes I think it’s best to just give you up; let you go.  You say you’re no good for me. They can label you all they want. I don’t believe them. 

Then you come back, and I love you too much to set you free…