how do i feed someone who doesn’t want to eat?
it’s not like they aren’t hungry -
they told me themself!
in fact, they’re pretty starved. weird metaphor.
how do those deep ocean fish survive
off of so little food
in such a long time?
i need to eat something,
i cant just go hungry!
but maybe it’s just the way i was raised.
let me buy you dinner,
it’s all i know how to do.
but i know it’s polite to refuse,
and you say it’s all you knew.
i cant change you.
i’ll try a new tactic:
disguise it with hate -
like the name of this poem;
i’ll contradict myself
no matter if it’s harder for me,
you can finally digest my words;
i can finally feed you through rhyme -
it all comes full semicircle