Don’t we all, at least once, sell ourselves to the fickle and burdensome prospect of being loved? I am sure that many of you—many such as I—have lamented endless decisions and acts of love done in an effort to make a beloved stay. Here’s to us all.
Poem text.
Arteries hollowed and lain,
marrows to burrow within,
crevices made through my skin;
yours if you choose to remain.
Spaces I emptied in pain,
fearful of being alone;
colorless caverns of bone
ready to be your domain.
For it is yours to obtain,
wholly disputed by none—
all which I’ve foolishly done,
all which I voided in vain.
Oodles of love to this creation and all of your creations <3
A powerfully striking and relatable piece for many.