a drunken confession
then
lifestyle transition
comfort in understanding
and
physical affection

are we lonely or
is this more
your eyes
send mixed messages

both a bit broken
I still found strength
to pour into you

waiting
wanting you to feel
the love
I was hoping to receive from you

emptied myself
to
keep you afloat
you never gave back

you’re not scared
you just
don’t want me.

blindly dragged
for months
clinging to intermittent affection,
fed with crumbs

you filled
a physical void
but emotionally
you carved me hollow
leaving me with
knotted intestines
always
on
edge

it took
eight months

eight months
for me to see
so naïve
I need more
I deserve more