divided attention, devoted hunger

savouring the limerence of your lust, mistaking it for love.

letting your shadow stretch over me, and calling it devotion.

offering my softness to a mouth that only knows hunger.

swallowing the ache of dependancy and calling it a meal,

knowing it's large enough to feed me for weeks.

Author's Note

bruh i know how to write about like 6 things: lust, guilt, love, emptiness, confliction, and emptiness/absence of something/someone