Please will
you pull
all my poems
apart
whichever way
you think
is best
I don't care
if you pull
at them gently
or hard
I just
want to be
undressed

You stole my breath away the first time our lips touched.

You stole my heart away the first time you whispered I love you.

You stole my future, my sanity

Empty bottles her tears of hunger can't fill

My body is deaf to her cries
Together we plead with my body to release it's sweet milk
But my offerings of fenugreek, oatmeal, and barely are ignored
The only sacrifice that will satisfy this heartless gatekeeper is an unachievable calm

My tears cannot fill her bottles either

Sleep brings colour and clarity to my day

Even as I am drying up I can feel the flow
I am able to listen to her needs without hearing her cries
her smile becomes contagious
I plan my day to escape to see her instead of from her

It's clear even as a 3 month old she is the light of my life.

To be intimate is to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be raw and exposed, and at the mercy of another.

I exposed myself to you and you left me raw. Instead of reciprocating you gave all your vulnerability to someone else. All your passion and emotion went into the abyss of another while I lay here naked with only your guarded shadow to watch my agony.

I call mercy but there is no reply.

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