The hunger

by Teatart

At times I lose myself
In the reverse conflict
Between love and hate,
Admiration and disdain

My hero the one minute
My adversary the next
Why I loved you
Could be easy to forget

I soothe my soreness
With pretty words
That reinforce my views
And righteously appoint me queen

But you have robbed me of that
Unsettling my perch and
Throwing me to the floor
Lest I overlook my imperfection

I am hungry for a few
Sweet sentiments
Sniffing the bare ground for
Crumbs of candied adulation

In happier times
My ribs were coated with fat
My tank filled to overflow
With love and respect

I have learnt the hard way
A touch is not always good
Bread is not always sustenance
And love is not always given without condition.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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