Digest.

As I get thinner

inside yourself;

as our picture loses
its importance,
little by little
fades;

as you close the gates
of your empathy

and you implore
for my health
to digest your guilt,

my dear,
I can just love or hate.
There is no grey,
this is what you say.

If you can't contemplate
this puny figure,
please tolerate.