Be My Food Poem by gilo shahine

Shall I run after her to love me?
Is that the right behavior?
Do I really love her?
Or just because I need to demolish my solitude
To destroy and forget my painful past
I become girl hunters
I like them all just to satisfy myself
Not talking about sex relations
But to bury my pains.
I urge her to say yes
Like I am chief ordering his soldiers.
My feelings are enough!
I don’t care about yours
I am sinking in my emptiness
And I am getting older
So say Yes for my future
Don’t care about yours
I am hungry and I must eat
Like a greedy!
Be my food!