My heart is too full with you.
You are my water.
My breakfast, lunch and dinner.
My essense for living.
Ive gorged myself on you.
Now my gluttony is poisoning me.
Foolish women, you cannot become whole on a half life.
And I haven’t left room for my self trying to please you.
When I don’t feel I’ve pleased you at all.
Making sacrifices you never asked of me.
Cutting off my hair.
Turning off my song.
Shrinking and shrinking.
But I’m am so full and endless.
And I’m coming undone.
Outward and open.
I’m swallowing everything.
Why should anything be safe?
The world is mine.
You are mine.