I am the crow
who waits in the parking lot
for the crumbs you dispense as you see fit
Relying on your menu
of falsehearted affection confections
has left me unable to forage for myself
Ruined by fabricated kindness
I am no longer the majestic creature
I once was
and have taken to dumpster diving to satiate me
because a little something
is better than nothing at all
Mankind always finds a way
to ruin that which is good
and clip the wings of creatures
having the moxy to fly
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
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“because a little something is better than nothing at all.” This was a frustrating phase for me; it didn’t work out, and I had to learn discipline. Nothing short of knowing she’s the one will do. I know it’s not the same for everyone, but I truly feel your struggle with Fate here.
I long to be the majestic creature again, devouring a full plate of love served me by a man who is reciprocal.