Hunger?
Not for a fight.
Nor food.
Not for love.
Neither you.
Not for sanity.
Or the other side.
Not for an angel.
Not for the devils cry
Not for the middle
Not like a metronome
Or a swing.
Hungry for a depth that can never be reached.
Hungry for a surface where the steps greet.
Hungry for nothing that delights you.
So I must starve to change the words inside my head that tell me I'll never be okay again.














