I meet them
I assess them
I then show off
the attributes I have
that remind me of them
I fill in
for what they need
I eat
their insecurities
like candy
I seem so perfect
and then there's...
that one thing
there's always
that one thing
That reason
for which I can't stay
and I've made them stronger
given them everything
But I've left
with the most
delicious part
their hearts
My much too raw poem, inspired by Spencer