hunger

I came into this party late

barely knowing what to wear

a wallflower in the wrong room

why are you ashamed of the hunger?

have you not been speaking?

perhaps you're not aware

that girls don't feel it too

imagine food, without your hunger

imagine sleep, having never tired

always reaching, never ending

fleeting glimpses of desire

I have lived without the hunger

knowing it was meant for me

need is better than the painful absence

the missing piece I couldn't see

you can't excuse being a villain

but your want is no imagined thing

there is no test of will you're failing

you are not in need of fixing

but if you're past the shame and still

the feeling of it leaves you ill

there's a room next door

perhaps you're late to the party