No Doubt

You had a bag of giant sized candy hearts.
I asked for one,
you fished around,
looking for the right words.
"Too bad,
they don't say
'Give me your paper'"
You joked,
finally choosing.
It read 'No doubt.'
"No doubt,
I need to copy"
I caved,
sliding over my warm-up,
as was routine.
I nibbled off part of the candy heart.
It dissolved in my mouth,
soft and mushy.
The table made a consensus:
The candy hearts were the most disgusting candy out there.
After a few minutes,
I nibbled off more of the heart.
Once again,
I gaged.
Randy asked,
"What the hell
is wrong with you?
That's gross."
And I replied,
"Its one of those things,
that's so bad that you hate it,
but once you stop,
it makes you want it more.
Even though it's really no good."
I was thinking along the lines of cigarettes.
But Randy shouted,
"Like your last relationship!"
Everyone laughed.
Maybe a little to hard.
You caught my eye.
I lost composure for a moment.
Confusion, longing, and need
flashed across my face.
And you stared back.
Large brown eyes like a horse.
Filling over with understanding.
Maybe even concern.
Locked with mine for a timeless moment.
I threw in the towel,
and I believe you did as well.
Fighting was useless now.
I don't doubt that you still care.
Be my bestfriend again?
No more doubt.