Her friends joked she was desperate
Now she knows it's true
She is so starved for love
Heart just covered with paper-thin skin
Visible to anyone
Who took a second look
Bones so breakable
Would melt away
At the slightest bit of touch
The feast her mother offered her
Could not feed her starving soul
For it is a lover's crumb
That she coveted most
So she went begging
On the streets
Bared her chest
To the first man she thought
Had love at home
Halfway down the road
She figured
He was starving too
Now it was too late
She had given what little she had
To a man who never planned
On giving anything back
For a short walk
The hope of being full
Had given her enough
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Growing Pains
PoetryA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.
