How I curse your odour, your feeling, your taste
The inches you claim upon my waist
The way that you hold me, when my soul starts to quake
The guilt you serve the moment I wake
I hate your skill in the art of desire
You're the damaging answer to what I inquire
You're my saviour, my attacker, my victim, my crime
The worst thing I do with my valuable time
You're my nurture, my nature, my parent, my lover
The exposure I feel when in need of cover
You're the secret I hide under the bed
The place that I hide the thoughts in my head
My comfort, my sorrow, the dread of tomorrow
The good in the now, but the break of the vow
That I made to myself when I emptied the shelf
When I knew that my need, you could not really feed
You're the hidden treat, my conscience's plea
The target I meet when my aim is defeat
My prison, my keeper, the back-alley creeper
You seduce my retreat when you force me to eat
Each time you devour me, how I protrude
The love that we share is the cause of our feud
Your existence I hide, our affair denied
How am I so wooed by the comfort of food?
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