Wasteland
Nothing here.
No survivors.
Wasteland
heart. I am
nobody’s
favorite
or beloved.
I devour love.
It is never
enough for me.
I am always
hungry. I am
fruitless. My
climate is arid,
inhospitable.
Unsurviable.
I retain nobody.
My heart is
a cupped palm
trying to hold
onto water.
My heart is
so hot you
cannot breathe
the air inside of it.
You get trapped,
you starve too.
In my attempts,
I go through many
people. I am
endlessly wanting.
My wanting is the
end of many.
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i feel this way, too. i like all the different descriptions of the wasteland: climate, fruitless, water, air/breathing, starvation. i feel this!!!
Love this honesty especially the last verse.