words dance across
the pages of that
worn, old paper
my eyes dart
back and forth
like small fish
hoping to find
some morsel of nourishment
but all i have found
is bitter hate and despise-
things that are inedible
but i gobble them up-
desperate for anything
your hand provides
they say do not bite
the hand that feeds you
but what if that is the
same hand that
stabs and bruises your heart?
what then, little fish?
do you continue to
**** yourself by consuming
their poisoned love?
or do you simply choose
to live and swim away?
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
words dance across
the pages of that
worn, old paper
my eyes dart
back and forth
like small fish
hoping to find
some morsel of nourishment
but all i have found
is bitter hate and despise-
things that are inedible
but i gobble them up-
desperate for anything
your hand provides
they say do not bite
the hand that feeds you
but what if that is the
same hand that
stabs and bruises your heart?
what then, little fish?
do you continue to
**** yourself by consuming
their poisoned love?
or do you simply choose
to live and swim away?
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