A Starved Lover -- A Spoken Word
Us, we love hard. We fight hard. We hurt fast, but we heal fast. Frankly, we meld together fast. Nothing scares you away — not the future, not my past… You intimately met the vicious, lively, alluringly heinous Merriment. It was brutally exposing; you didn’t relent. You briefly caught a glimpse of Morose. You met my ravager lovers — you saw them both. Almost pushed away, skeptically keeping your fingertips locked, you came to see me past them; their hold was firmly dropped. What they had devoured and fiend on, we built back two-fold; the kind of foundation for growing old. So why must one of us turn away? Submit our heart to disappointment and decay? My burning body crawls at the sight of you — my abdomen aches, pleads for your indulgence too; My scars bellow out to me, "I don't deserve you.” My mind whispers to me, "I don't need you.” For my focus should be vertical and upright, but is instead horizontal, full of spite. I wasn’t desiring. hope wasn’t firing. Not un...