Unhealthy Love
I am a prisoner
In this war of love
He is the thin soup
With chunks of rotted vegetables
I am ashamed of my need for him
I am humiliated daily by
My want of him
Unable to change the circumstances
However my body needs sustenance
And the meager strength he provides
Even as I choke it down greedily
Retching and grateful
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