The three of us, wild, gleaming,
self-proclaimed poets,
picking at our scabs, bloody
on the inside.
There was nothing uglier than the need, need, need
which can only be expressed in wordless syllables,
in a glance, in locking yourself away
in your room, in actions that speak louder.
Oh, the times we had, when we were innocent.
You never finished being hungry.
Like the snake that ate the universe,
you swallowed everything whole and spat out
what you didn't like.
You bit into the world even when you knew
it would bite back.
As for me
all I asked was to be a vessel
to something beautiful.
I never wanted to be wanted. |