who said short meant sweet, i am bitter and sour to the taste

i don't have enough
love to spare
love to give

i'm all full up

it's lost in the jagged lines on the insides of my thighs 
stretch marks like lightning bolts
folded into the jut of my hip
and the pale violent violet of the crescent-moons beneath my eyes

i'm already trying to love myself
so much of my energy drips into that 

and i'm sorry, i'm sorry 
i don't have enough love in me 
to try and love you. 

The End

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