I was red wine,
You were blueberry.
I was robust and full-bodied
Maybe the only one
As unpredictably
rich as you
And much worse
At concealing it
We joined in
Meals where we only
Discussed
What we were hungry for.
But in our starvation
We confused eachother
For food
And we tore
Ourselves
Apart
Imagine Breakfast
Lunch, and Dinner
Smiling across
at you
From the other side of
Your pillow
Because we
Weren’t after sustenance
It was never your taste
That satisfied
but still I had been licking
The salt off of your skin
Somehow, I was the one
That felt raw in the morning
But we were new to
The institution
Munchies were to be
Expected
But our empty calories
Created blockages around my heart
Only the basic needs
Slipped through
Reminding me of
The hunger I was stifling
We boiled over
And looked elsewhere for feed
You had broken
Your diet lifestyle
Not seeing how
Emaciated it had made you
You indulged yourself
On the richness of being filled
And you threw it up
Silently in the bathroom
Flushing away
The burning
So no one
Would ever know
But I saw the color
Return to your cheeks
As we set our table
For the meal we would
Never eat.