The hardest facts to swallow are eaten in silence.
Pulled apart pulled away from cravings.
Dry waters, dry water, an illusion of quenching thirst.
You make me feel uncomfortable and unwanted, I suppose it’s what I deserve, empty plate without spices just styrofoam to chew.
You ask why I’m not excited well I’m not invited yet you play coy, smile and deny it.
You make me feel unsafe, sadly all I can do is blame my shortcomings, what shame, they’re all here.
Parted parched lips reseal to hide hurt, you’ve revealed my worth.
Shame. All zeros here.