When she is at war with her body
It is a mess you can not ignore
It is spilled milk left on the carpet
The sour smell now taking over every bit of air that their lungs are asking for
Hers begging for
When she is at war with her body
The tears will race with the blood
That she has let escape
The blood will dry and now the scene is all too familiar
Now her hate is a tape
The loop is a habit she has not yet broken
Almost as bad as her habit for letting her self not have better than hate and hopeless lovers
Lovers waiting to drown what little she has salvaged for her self
She is here to give love
She reminds her self
Love them
She tells her self
Make them feel what others failed to hand them all wrapped up ready to be eaten
Devoured
They ask for bear hugs
Long kisses
Endless love and no understatements
She will give them all of that and more
Her teeth too if they please
A bag of her blood to drink if they need
Hydration is key
A limb if it comes down to it
If it comes down to it
They can just sink their teeth into her heart
They can keep going till she is all theirs
She is theirs
So they must be hers
They forget that Often
Sometimes she wishes she owned her self
Just for two seconds or more
She'll take a walk around the block
Pretend she's lost
then pretend she's found all over again when their eyes analyze her skin
Her lover
Her lover
Her lover Is never the one who gives her the love she runs off of
When she is at war with her body
Her lover is absent
When she is at war with her body
She is always the one cleaning up the blood as she lays next to her lover
telling her sweet lies
bitter truths unspoken
The lover will suck on this sweetness
The lover will suck and never look deeper
When she is at war with her body
The lover is blind and full of her sweets
Now she is only left with love unfound
Ungiven
and an empty stomach
Growling
Starving for a person to ask if she needs a hand to hold in the war she fights daily
Z.H.
