Feed Him My Love

Pokemon was his beloved past-time

By scrambling through his old photos, I could understandably conject that he was par say, a former "nerd".

And a ladies man, as he portrayed.

But exclusively, a pitiably, solitary soul.

To fill this tortured lonliness, he ate before the TV.
Consuming everything that wouldn't ridicule him, or devour his confidence.

At first I didn't understand
Or maybe couldn't accept
That he was not only physically hungry
But starving for love as well.

I gleamed at him is disgust.
Forcing satuarated fats and artificial sugars down his throat
And after he was content I could still see the hunger in his eyes
For companionship.

I imagined him glancing in the mirror day after day
Absent of mind of his expanding pant-size
And only seeing the reflection of an unsettled, friendless "geek".

Others portrayed his as a stereotypical obese member of society.
I began to see inside.
Behind the plus size clothes, and fatty layers, was more than just a big kid.

He was desperate for attention.

Food will not yell at him.

It will not hurt him, or call him names.

It will fill his belly with a sense of love.

That's when I discovered in order to make him full
I had to feed him my love.