The Thoughts That Chew

oranges

my love,
my body,
my heart,
Their like an orange
shareable.

I offer my heart to the people I love.
They take a bite
spit it out
and say,
"It's too bitter."

I offer my body.
they feel the bruises and the scars
they look at me and say
"It's no good."

I offer my love,
they see the dark spots,
as they seem disgusted.
"This is rotten."

i hold out my hand
gripping on theirs,
but with all the cuts and the bruises.
they are weak,
It hurts to hold on,

while I'm holding on to them
I gain more of those bruises
Those scars,
the bitter cold
The dark spots,

until I let go,

but my hands are so sore,

That i won't be able to hold on to myself.