I like,
not needing a reason to eat you.
It's comforting.
So "comfort food" is appropriate.
It's crazy how,
you always feel like the right answer.
The right answer for boredom,
the right answer for sadness.....
It's almost like,
I see you more,
I feel you more,
than when I'm actually hungry.

I know the damage that it's doing
but this is all I've come to know.
It's like,
I can't function without you
or maybe something isn't usual.
And I've been strickened
by repetition for so long that,
"usual" became my crutch.
I'm scared to need you
because I know how good you feel.

So I consume you,
while "It" consumes me.

I'm not even hungry....