THE HUNGER.

His words cut through me with pain.
Maybe because they are filled with so much hate.
They make me cringe
as if I want to bury my soul
before it rips out before my eyes.
I don't understand him.
I don't want to understand him.
I want to be rid of him.
So the love can flow back into me
and the hate can burn with his existence.
I can feel the love in my bones.
I can feel it when I sleep.
Oh beautiful Love, please come back to me.
I hunger for it.
I scream it's name.
Oh beautiful Love, please come back to me.
I want it. I need it. My soul is hungry.
My heart is burning with hate.
Why does he make me this way?
If only I was strong.
The hate would vanish
and Love would never leave again,
but I am weak.
I let his words tear through me
and lay alone waiting for
LOVE.