Hatelove

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