Your Local Third Wheel
I'm hungry And I crave her. I crave to be her's But I won't tell her that. Instead I sit and rot in my own acid.Watching myself deteriorate, Watching myself wither away without her.…
The Leftovers
I had become a leftover.I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about,And soon he will dispose of me.He comes to me when he is hungry for love,I feed him hoping he'll stay,But he leaves.Because that's all I am to him,Just a leftover.…