I loved him like he was my sun.
Shining for him
I split myself open.
Fragments
lodged dagger-sharp
in my heart,
a cage
I bled out in.
hoping he’d pick up a shard
for an hour,
a day,
a minute,
a hi
just a taste of his love
was enough.
until all the beauty in the world
spun down,
held in his hand,
feeding me
small increments
of good.
it wasn’t good for me.
but I liked it anyway.
Even when the cost rose,
carrots dangled
small victories
just out of reach.
A starving rabbit
hops.