I have a terrible
Tendency to polish up
What isn’t quite ready
Even mold and bend
The truth
I take a dull stone
For a diamond
Then allow it to tumble
Expecting for it to
Come out shining in the end
Like the time you leant me
Your simple words of
Affection
I’ve rationed every last bite
And when I’m feeling lonely
I pop bits into my mouth
Allow them to swirl about
And end up starving
With a craving for what
No longer is even there
