Her love for me is on a diet
Small and restricted
Ashamed in its existence
When it speaks it’s impossibly quiet
Afraid of its long distance
My love for her is excessive
It’s big and greasy and proud
When it speaks you will hear it be loud
Her diet love is miniscule
Next to my profound passion
It leaves me bare and unveiled
Displaying me in a vulnerable fashion
Her diet love will not grow or strengthen
It will only shrivel from lack of action
She’s malnourished in its suspension
I’m obese in my gluttony
But our feelings are in voidance
So we are starved endlessly
Slowly, into silence