I am More than what you give Me
You leave breadcrumbs
What once was heartfelt expresssions
Of interest and desire
Is now nothing more
Than regulatory processes
Just to keep me around
Bombs in the beginning
Of love, passion, heat
Have now fizzled out
To nothing more
Than a cancerous lump
Of anxiety and worry
Of whether you truly do care
Or if you have grown complacent
Thinking no more work
To show me you love me
Is required
I should not have restless nights
Wondering why I don’t feel good enough
Why I think I am nothing more
Than a hole to fill
Whether that’s in your own heart
Or for something else