The thing that I forget
Is the thing I try to remember
As I hungrily eat my food
The food that I reject
Is the food that I later search for
I love with a great love
The things that I have
But the things I do not have
Overpower me with hurt
If with a pair of scissors
I could cut shapes out of the air
Of any shape I want
And make it real
It would be the love I do not have
It would be you
As I hungrily eat my food
The food that I reject
Is the food that I later search for
Sounds like me eating meat :S
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I’m trying not to picture it, thanks for your comment.
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