I've drank this poison before.
The tip of my tongue tingles with its familiar taste.
The only difference now is that it's not being fed to me through tubes and needles,
for I am spoon feeding it to myself.
Every swallow, my own infatuation, my own fault.
The poison is my favorite meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
It's addicting,
and I am aware of this, but I keep eating it and eating it
only to be miserable.
But people say "that's ok, you need to eat more anyway",
but there is a fine line between self care and loving yourself.
And I love you,
and that's the difference.