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ABOUT THE POEM: This piece situates intimacy not as an act but as an agreement. The governing metaphor-feeding-operates on multiple levels: physical closeness, emotional offering, and ethical consent. What is being refused is not affection, touch, or companionship, but the absence of naming. The speaker insists that intimacy without intention becomes consumption, a sharp and unsettling claim that reframes generosity as potentially extractive when it is not claimed by both parties. The poem’s power comes from its slowness. Chewing, waiting, not swallowing-these are temporal gestures that resist the speed of desire. One person moves quickly, trusting proximity to substitute for meaning. The other slows down, demanding clarity before incorporation. This difference in pace becomes the emotional fault line. The poem does not villainize either side; instead, it exposes a structural mismatch in how love is understood and practiced at nineteen, when capacity exceeds comprehension. The refusal is repeatedly misread. To the other, it appears as rejection, even insult. To the speaker, it is restraint and protection-of truth, of dignity, of the fragile boundary between being fed and being used. This tension highlights a core ethical question: when does giving become self-serving, and when does acceptance become self-erasure? The poem argues that without mutual naming, intimacy collapses into unilateral need. The later sections introduce regret without self-absolution. The line “Don’t ever talk to me again” is acknowledged as not a mistake but a lasting guilt. This distinction matters. The speaker accepts responsibility without rewriting history. Youth is named plainly-nineteen, beyond comprehension-yet the poem refuses to let age nullify emotional knowledge. The heart knew, even then. This insistence gives the poem moral weight. The closing images-the empty plate, the unnamed invitation, hunger sharpened into principle-resolve the metaphor without softening it. Hunger becomes an ethical instrument, not a weakness. The refusal to “eat alone” reframes solitude as integrity rather than failure. The final accusation is quiet but firm: freedom was present, taken for granted, and squandered. Overall, the context is not a love story but a study in emotional ethics. It interrogates how intimacy fails not through cruelty but through asymmetry-of intention, clarity, and courage. The poem stands as a record of a boundary held too early to be understood and too late to be undone.

Feeding and Nourishment

Verse 1
You waited hours just for me,
Pulled me close upon your knee.
Said, “Here you are, come on,”
Fed me slow with your own hands.
I took it in, I let it slide,
’Cause you’d already crossed the line.
But then it kept going,
And I stopped the chewing… from the outside in.

Pre-Chorus
I wanted it bad, yeah, I did,
But I needed to know it was real.
Not just your touch, not just a game-
I needed you to name the meal.

Chorus
You gave me closeness, nothing more,
I waited for an intent that was true.
You thought I said “No,”
But I was just holding out for you.

Verse 2
You moved fast, like meaning was a ghost,
I moved slow, afraid of what I’d lose the most.
Swallowing lies turns the blood to lead,
I wouldn’t take the poison just to feed.
You got insulted, slipped into the shade,
To the dungeon of the many, where the prices are paid.
You thought I killed the friendship, left it in the mud,
But you killed the love of a friend… and it tasted like blood.

Pre-Chorus
I wanted it bad, yeah, I did,
But I needed to know it was real.
Not just your touch, not just a game-
I needed you to name the meal.

Chorus
You gave me closeness, nothing more,
I waited for an intent that was true.
You thought I said “No,”
But I was just holding out for you.

Bridge
We were nineteen, too young to see the knife.
I told you, “Never speak again,”
And cut you from my life.
I regret the words, but I stand by the cut,
The door is still open… but the heart stayed shut.
Twenty years later, the question’s still there,
You took the freedom for granted… you never knew it was rare.

Final Chorus
I wanted it bad, yeah, I did,
But I needed to know it was real.
You walked away, left me here
With an empty plate and a heart that won’t heal.
You thought I said “No”…
I was just holding out for the truth of you.

Outro
Some feasts are spoiled
The moment they’re offered without a name.
I still set the plate.
I still carry the hunger.
For now… Ronie Dinosaur is walking.

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