I am
a glutton for punishment
I starve myself
for crumbs
that I take in
like three course meals

They are enough for me
to sustain this
questionable existence
alongside yours
and all of those
who feed me crumbs too

My insides ache
from hunger
a touch, a look
a word
a simple word
will suffice

I am the
lover after lovers
and the
lover before lovers
but never
the one that is
good enough

I collect broken pieces
of other's hearts
and put them back together
as if I am a
repair shop personified

And then I survive
them gifting
my hard work
to someone who will
break them
all over again