In front of me, I see the signs
I see your face, the jagged lines
I see where I have cut your heart
Into millions of pieces, right from the start
I see your pain through a sheet of glass
Visible for miles, pain so vast
I'm starved for your hunger, your tears
I'm starved to expose all your deepest fears
Forever I'll be hungry, it's sickening me
I've swallowed the lock to an invisible key
And I'm starving myself down to nothing
With this hunger, will I ever be something?

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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoesíaMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.