i get high eating crumbs
scarcely given
even mouthing them off the floor
grateful and impatiently waiting for more
but they're too small too few
carelessly dropped into the bottomless pit
of my starving heart
it's not enough
i'm shriveled from irregular feeding
malnourished from quick flash-bomb carbs
haunted eyes and straining ears
never certain when the next gift will be
it's not enough, never enough
and i'm tired of it being enough for me to forgive everything
i have to break my heart over and over again
to remind myself i can't keep living like this
can't keep loving like this
11-12-2020
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Romancelove, sex, vulnerability, and truth. chapter two of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.