fine dining

I eat all my feelings
because they're never to your taste
I swallow my self down
so I won't go to waste

I silently imbibe
your scurrilous hurtful words
later when you go away
I find a way to purge

I crave your dark caresses
the way it's never really us
I wake up every morning
with a stranger I can't trust

I've sickened from the poison
of your unfounded accusations
I spew words into empty space
desperate for validation

I've devoured every lie you've told
like a glutton at a feast
hoping that someday I'd feel
I loved you in the least

you've forced your sickness past my lips
on a regimented schedule
my retching masked by your arrogant voice
reading me my mail

Now I've grown full and fat and sick
of the insanity you've made me eat
I find it's all just so much shit
burying my feet

so kicking free I'll break your hold
to seek another way
and never again allow you
to tell me what I can say