ures
is the
only
mouth
i want
to feed
eat me.
drink me.
feel me.
fear me.
fear this
intimacy
i carry
w/ me
that
doesn’t
need u
to tell me
where i
want to
be
even now
u sleep
beside me
when
u’d
rather be
alone
while i
bemoan
my outcast
state
w/ quiet sighs
& mournful hate
for never
being able
to be
“enough”
entrusted w/
ure sullen
wit
i imagine
we’ll dance
forever
like this:
apart
but
together
prelude
to a kiss
or
stormy
weather
i derive
no pleasure
from loving
alone
useless
unwanted
a voice
on a phone
condensing
my universe
at the
sound of
the tone
give me
purpose
to this
fever
in my
bones
that shrieks
that delights
in the
scraps
i am
thrown
NOURISH ME.
COMFORT ME.
FEED ME.
the intimacy
i need
for me
or please

leave.

me.

be.