Poem: Starved

I could cry
Cry myself into molten, rotten Earth.
I could beg till my head splits open and everything inside spills over to the floor.
I could scream till I could sing no more.
I could connect my hands together and stare down the sky till it weaves itself into my eyes.
You would still never hold me.
You would still never say, “I love you, my child. I will love you till the end of time.”

I could break
Break into 10,000 little pieces,
Then scatter those pieces around all the continents and some more over the oceans.
My pieces could travel to the farthest floor of the sea.
They could travel to the highest point of the world.
They could turn to a big chunk of rock, they could turn into a small puddle of mud.
They could wait till the Andromeda floats far away from us.
You would still never hold me.
You would still never say, “I love you, my child. I will love you till the end of time.”

But oh, I wish I knew how to stop begging for that hug.
I wish I could stop saying, ma, I love you, I will love you till the end of time.

Written by Jaywalker 

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