A Falling Out of Sorts; of the Kind That's Normal

I’ve had a tiff with my bestie, with the one who’s quite zesty. The one I rush to when I’m listless, when I need a true friend priceless. I’ve had a row with my reliable go-to, over an issue that now I so clearly rue. With the only one who lifts my spirits, when I need a sweet reminder of my merits. I’ve had an argument, oh so fraught, and it’s not even one I actively sought. I know not how I came to this point, this decision I myself with did anoint. I’ve had a spat so ugly and mean, with the one who makes me less lean. I’ve quarrelled with the one who’s an addiction, I’ve cast blame outwards with sly sedition. “My friend,” I said, “you’re an evil temptation. You make me high, and then I face damnation!” I’ve tearfully resolved to stay very, very far, from any darn delicious chocolate bar!