My heart is hungry
It's going to eat me if I don't feed it some love
Starving for eternity, promises, and presence of another touch
It's a famished beast.
Trying to free it from its cage.
On second thought,
Am I digestible?
Will my own heart accept and destroy me for the girl I am?
Maybe my heart just wants to free herself from the cages of solitude.
Maybe, it's tired of crying for something that it never owned
We never owned
I never owned.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
My heart is hungry
It's going to eat me if I don't feed it some love
Starving for eternity, promises, and presence of another touch
It's a famished beast.
Trying to free it from its cage.
On second thought,
Am I digestible?
Will my own heart accept and destroy me for the girl I am?
Maybe my heart just wants to free herself from the cages of solitude.
Maybe, it's tired of crying for something that it never owned
We never owned
I never owned.
I wrote it a long time ago after I went through yet another complicated phase of life. I do wonder sometimes, am I supposed to live like this forever? Because all my friends are loved, but all I am good enough for is to be lusted over.
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