Abusive boyfriend...

Food is my abusive boyfriend...
I love it and feel like I need it...
It treats me well when I am good...
When I am bad, my food beats me down...
Food is slowly killing me...
Food, you lower my self esteem...
Food, You make me feel guilty...
Food, you feel so good inside me...
Food, I keep coming back to you...
My friends and family warn me about you...
My dr asks if I need help...
The worse I feel, the more I need you...
And the cycle of abuse starts again...
Any self respecting woman would leave you...
But apparently I don't have self respect...
I just have an addiction to you...
Maybe I deserve this food for all I have endured...
Maybe I deserve the punishment food brings...
Food you are calling me, and I am resisting...
for now...
How long before I run back into your arms...
Let you have your way with me...
Feel like you have changed...
Believe that I can do this...
I can have my cake and eat it too...
I can have junk food in moderation...
I can have my abusive boyfriend if he promises to change...
I believe these things...
But they are all lies...
My Food AKA Abusive boyfriend is killing me again...
Slowly ripping my life away...
The more I give in to my food, the less I leave the house...
Does it matter if I am a glutton if I never leave the house and no one sees the marks he left behind.
When food is abusing you, the marks are apparent.
The rolls of fat..
The cellulite...
The stains on your shirt...
The aching joints...
The eventual diabetes...
The high blood pressure...
Food and me love each other...
I can feel the love in my heart...
As the life is sqeezed away by food...