and in the
cracks and crevice
and crannies
of my broken heart

light entered

brightness filled me

and illuminated
the darkness within

Wishing, aching, dying
For your touch,
Hungry, Starving, ravenous
For your love.

My figure, forlorn
My cheeks, hollow
My eyes, lifeless

My breathing, labored
My stomach, rumbled
My heart, empty.

Touch me,
Let your fingers linger, delving further,
Feed me,
I am all skin and bones.

Fill me up,
Cup by cup.
Until I'm full
To the brim.

Be my panacea,
Be my manna,

*Be mine.

Why does it hurt?

Because you assumed
Because you expected

Because for you it was
True
Because for you it was
Real

But for him
It wasn't

Because you fell
Down a flight of stairs
No one there to catch you

Because your bones
Arms
Elbows
Wrist
Legs
Knees
Ankles
Are now broken

Because your heart
Is now *broken

I gave you
My heart
So quickly
And without
Hesitation
That I never
Bothered to ask
If you wanted it
To begin with.

And now
As I stare at
All the messages
I sent to you,
Each one left
Unanswered,
I wonder if
Maybe
I should have.