By the end
We brought out the worst in each other
Picked our meals apart
Resentment burning high
A competitive breeding ground.
Ordered two egos for starters
And deep insecurities for main
Washed down by stubbornness.
Love, an empty plate left wanting
She didn’t deserve to go hungry!
We went from feast to famine
A dining table no longer fit for eating
Now tell me, isn’t that hard to digest?