in ways
i feel that my hunger for you is filling the void which gets me out of bed every morning
my suctioned lungs still taking slow steady breaths at your command
it wasnt the xanax or the therapy or my mother that eased me out of the anxiety
it was your slow laugh
your crooked smile
your shoulders
and each of your fingers
they ask me how im doing
now that ive controlled it
all I can reply with is
managing
because the truth is
you leaving me was like one
million bee stings to my heart
and how the tide pulls out
but, instead of the tide coming back in
it slowly recedes even more
until there
is no
ocean left
our solemn cries like a meriad of seagulls
empty stomach and full hearts we were together
but I'd rather starve than crave you again
