Happiness in My Stomach

More chicken tenders to replace the delicate fingers that never brush my arm or stroke my cheek.

Another cake to rebel against my fate of eating the shitty dishes that life has served.

Bring on the fries as well as all the lies that tell me that the happiness in my stomach is real.

One more slice of pizza because I can't be with her and the taste of meat & cheese loves me more than you.

Add another waffle to the stack because, hey, I'm fat! And I'll laugh about it until it's not true.