Leech

Leech

Without

thinking, I let you 

gorge yourself

on my love,

and with every bite,

your appetite 

like a parasite grows. 

Soon, I'll have no

 more meat on my bones, 

nothing more to 

soothe the hunger that 

weighs you down like a stone.

When I am nothing more

than hard edges sewn in the dirt, 

when you are left alone with

 no more softness to hurt,

starving, you will 

scour the earth, skirt all 

over its wide girth, but

know that you will 

never achieve the means

for mirth with your heart

rusted by malice and 

greed 

since birth.