a message that's been sitting

long and lonely, unsent

days and weeks and months have passed

and to send that jumble of words, my hands are no longer itching.

how was it, at first

that i was so gullible in your hands

how was it, that

you were always my hunger, and my thirst.

those words consisted of my heart

laid down for you to feast

but you starve, for it's not yet been served

my heart's broken, and now, i'm slowly tearing you apart.

you wait, day and night

waiting with arms open, for me to run back

but honey, i'm not even trudging

my body hurts, but my heart's willing to put up a fight.

~prishwrites