What is truly love?
A bold show of affection?
Or pure emotion?

your underwears me down
with it’s expectation of
fulfilment, but I’m just not in the mood
right now I’m reading

Bright moon above me
Ocean waves wash tears away
Warm breeze blankets me

I’m drunk
feel your

contempt
so not

quite drunk
enough     ..

we rented a room
so cold we went to bed
with our clothes on,
but not for long

Sometimes I stop eating,
just to see if they’ll notice.
Food becomes disgusting-
A horrible punishment,
A twisting of my mind and stomach.

I don’t hate food
I know I need it
Yet I still throw it away,
Hide the meal I never ate

Would they care?
If they saw the untouched plate?

I tell myself I’ll eat tomorrow.
I told myself that yesterday.

I know this isn’t kindness,
to myself.
I know this isn’t strength
It’s just a call for help.

Some days,
I just want someone to notice.
Notice what’s happening.
Notice me.

My broken heart burns
Memories infiltrating
The hardest to heal