What can I do with this love? Swallow it? Bottle it and give it airholes?
They put my lover behind glass but gave him air and food to sustain him. Then they waited.
I can't nourish him, yet he forces air into my reluctant lungs. I have nothing that he needs.
He doesn't wait to eat. He wants what I can't give him. He is no longer satisfied with egg white skin, no matter how I present it. He wants yolk.
You can't reach yolk by just peeling, but by breaking and gouging.
My body gives what my soul can't.
For those that have forgotten how to be human (when your self worth is tied up to your sexuality)
They put my lover behind glass but gave him air and food to sustain him. Then they waited.
I can't nourish him, yet he forces air into my reluctant lungs. I have nothing that he needs.
He doesn't wait to eat. He wants what I can't give him. He is no longer satisfied with egg white skin, no matter how I present it. He wants yolk.
You can't reach yolk by just peeling, but by breaking and gouging.
My body gives what my soul can't.
For those that have forgotten how to be human (when your self worth is tied up to your sexuality)
Been reading my blogs lately then?
I'm doing well, another month and everything will be great!