i don't even crave you anymore
you only leave a dry, salty taste in my mouth
you coat me in gloss
and leave me on the glass to suffocate
i'm tired of crawling across the carpet
to a man whose passion belongs to my flesh
and nothing more
i will never crack my soul open
to another being
who won't give up more than seven words
and a half assed condolence
before leaving me to cry in my room
i no longer crave
the hand that feeds me
but only leaves me starve
