Empty…

when you know you have plenty.

He only wants you for a night

He wants the bits that are bright

He only wants delight

it might work for a fortnight.

Pleasure and concealement

of the void,

He is the centre of your asteroid,

your inner being you long to avoid.

Not loved…

used,

sectioned in pieces

digestible for daily consumption

hoping for love is a natural function,

but outer fulfillment

a mere hallucination,

a soul castration.

Cuz you cannot be loved

by him, by her, by them

by all, by one, by many, by a few

until you come to

find your essence on the closest shelf

and learn to love yourself!