Also.

In the mean time,
I must exist.
At least.

To feast on scraps,
apologetic,
Sorry that I never meant it,
Feeding on the bits presented.

All of that food,
none of it you.

Alone that never turns to lonely,
With your words inside to warm me,
Marry me, please.
Let me finally eat in peace.

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