You Will Not Eat Me

I tiptoe when you are near 

And you are always near

Your steps echo, heavy mnemonics

They crescendo up and down the the stairs

I try to forget how dark it is 

Clutched inside your tensed jaw

The blackness scares me

How diligently it keeps light out 

I sit on your tied-tongue 

Unchewed, uncomfortably warm 

Can you taste my hunger

Dancing inside your mouth 

I wish you would just swallow me

Get on with digesting my doubt 

I am tired of being told I am beautiful 

In a place where I cannot be seen 

I am tired of straining my muscles

For love I will never reach 

I sit obediently still, kissing your muffled words

I bite my own hand and the fear it feeds me 

I do what is easy

I wait, silently, hopelessly 

Is this really what all the fuss is about?

Aching inaction?

You will not eat me 

Even if I ask you to 

A stinging stare

Into the rest of my unlived life

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

Loving someone and dying from the hunger of unrequited love.
We can hand ourselves over on a silver platter, but often the other will just refuse to partake,
not even an appetizer.
j.