are you?

are you my famine ?
is holding on to you –
your beauty
your brilliance
your soul..
are these ideas
starving my soul ?

are you the shiny read shoes ?
promising, falsely, to end the famine,
to sate my soul ?

are you my home ?
the safety
the fulfillment
the counterpart
truly a respite,
refuge for my soul ?

its so hard
to answer these questions
when you’re starving
distracted –
the void of your vessel
an echo chamber
for the screaming hunger

in my mind,
you feel like home.


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