Is Tired.
It weighs
Heavy on my shoulders
It is
Depleted
You have come into my life
With an empty spoon
And carved out your helpings
Until you felt full
And left me...
A bowl of soggy ice cream: liquified
As though
Perhaps things went well
As though
Perhaps I can keep. on. giving.
But the truth is...
While you are oxygenated and fed and filled
I lie here
Naked and huddled and shaking
I cannot bring myself to eat
I cannot move from this blue room
I do not understand
I do not understand
I do not mean to make you...
Crave?
In the end, it's me left feeling guilty.
And you with the happy memories.
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