Love

Love is like a filling meal

Good in theory

Something you really want

Until you have it

And you think

It's all too much

I wouldn't know

I only get to stare at others

As they devour plate after plate

I turn down things I know I don't like

To spare the chef's feelings

But I crave a good meal more than life itself

I can't even request a plate for myself

For fear of it not being available, and making someone angry

That I wanted something they didn't have

Or awkward, because they were saving the plate for someone else

And they have to explain that they don't want to give it to me

But alas, 'tis the life of a girl with iffy parents

Great grades but is somehow barely getting by

The therapist friend (self explanatory)

And a child of music with no real social skills

that's all for now,

-𝐼𝓏𝓏𝓎