You know when you meet someone, it's a spell. I'm thinking she's probably thinking:
I'm seventeen, let it last.
I like that the poem makes me want to parent you because it's kind of quixotic and terribly one sided, you can never know what it is from one individual to the next
and then throw in the fact that she's a woman! in which case, encourage her to her food, enjoy your food -and don't mind holding her hand.
This is what I say to the poem.
The last 10 lines are kind of interesting because the narrator eats and eats and eats feeding his insecurities/assumptions
I don't know if intentional - but the last few lines have a sexual undertone, mixed with the sentiment, it's really sweet.
Do people ever talk?
haha, it's a frustrating poem, forcing me to offer forth advice or aspect you haven't really asked for, it's engaging, or- stupidly engaging, that's what's good about it, helped of course by the fact that it's honest.