We cannot eat love.
Despite what he says,
Despite how he prays,
To keep the hunger at bay.
We cannot eat love.
Despite how he talks,
The hunger still stalks.
It stares.
Watching.
Waiting in the hollows of my cheeks,
In the emptiness of weeks.
And still,
We cannot eat love.
I cannot eat love.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
