You take a bite of what your lover has given you

It tastes bitter, 

But you take in more and more

Until you can’t eat any longer. 

You can’t stomach another bite.

He doesn’t cook for you anymore.

You try to fill yourself with microwave meals

And processed boxes.

But nothing replaces the bitter taste 

Of the love you no longer have.

You have no desire to eat it anymore,

So you stop.

You starve.

You walk around empty.

Every day you lose more and more of yourself.

But you don’t care. 

He doesn’t cook

So you don’t eat.

But then you go home.

Mom makes you a meal.

And for the first time in what feels like forever,

You eat.

And you stuff yourself full.

You finally feel it again.

The tender texture of it

Is unlike what he made for you

With the same ingredients.

It fills you with a warmth 

That has now felt distant

For so long.

You no longer starve.

You make meals for yourself

With your mom’s recipe.

Maybe you skip a day here and there,

But you finally gain back the weight

Of the love you’ve been starved of.