Popcorn

I have done a bad thing
you see all of my friends
are your friends too
my other friends I have let fall
I have not made the time
and what this now means
is that I cannot talk to my friends
about you
I mean about us
because they will not understand
at best and they will hate you
at worst
and things will fall apart rapidly
so I keep my mouth shut
I hold it all in
all of it I hold in
no one knows how much
I love your hands
or how you always rush away
leaving me feeling like
I've eaten so much popcorn

that is
feeling both full and empty
why have I craved
and so frantically consumed
what is mostly air and salt
and only the illusion of substance