A Love Hate Relationship

A different kind of addiction.

Food is my loyal companion.
From the earth, it provides me with
life giving sustenance, while sending my
taste buds on a glorious, mouth-watering ride.

It is my quiet comfort.
With each bite taken, it envelopes me in a
heavy blanket of warmth, while filling the
gaping wound inside my heart.

In food I find a silent partner.
Like a best friend, keeping my secrets of
gluttony all to itself, while never
revealing the pain it's helping me hide.

Food is my arch nemesis.
Drowning my senses in utter temptation,
while stealing my control and leaving me
open to ridicule, disease and poor health.

It is my worst enemy.
Constantly baiting me with false comfort,
leaving me empty and alone, a hideous
shell of a body no clothing will fit.

Food is a horrible demon.
I hate myself for letting it draw me from life
while beating my dwindling self esteem,
leaving me rejected by all.