[october.17.2007.12:44pm]
your emaciated frame
calls me to offer you
subsistence for i
cant hold ground
beside you and not
give you what your
soul so desperately needs.
i can hear your
stomach roar with
hunger as though it
seems as if its slowly
eating away at
its emptiness.
because it cant digest
what you have mistaken
for nourishment:
your childish antics,
your leftover,
borrowed self-love,
your misdirected self-hate
and ultimately,
your negligence of
self-worth.
but here i stand next
to you as you drift out
to sea
and i wonder why
youre in such strong
refusal of what im
offering.
then i remember
when it was i,
starving a starvation
of self-discovery
during a time i thought
thered be no finding me.
you have
the food within
yourself to survive,
just acquire an appetite
for enlightenment
and then youll be free.
as i remain to
hold my ground
by your side,
ceasing my attempts to
force feed,
your emaciated frame
continues to deteriorate
under the sharp winds
at sea...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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2 comments:
i like that.
borrowed self love. Love it
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