how can you love someone without craving
their insides?
is it to live to eat, or eat to live?
we figured out we’re capable of love
even when we ate foods that refused to
touch on plastic plates or when we would drink
from sippy cups. we were princesses and
picked play pretend partners, when pleasure was
pure and all we could do was live to eat.
we figured out we’re capable of love
when simply breathing the same air as them
satiated and satisfied what’s missing
according to everyone else, but i
have never felt more grown, or more complete
inside.
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