Life all about patterns

I know better than most

I eat a chocolate bar I don't taste

My stomach still aches

or is it my heart?

I can't remeber

I just keep trying to be full


But I still find myself craving

Needing touch


All I have is myself

My misguided youth

I thought i could forget

Fill myself in other

Darker ways

I get fatter

Not fuller

But I crave something deeper than bikini season

If I had love

I would live off love and never need a crumb

If I had love...

The End

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