Monday, August 15, 2011

The Binge

They've been churning in my gut
all the feelings I have swallowed
Wish I could vomit them back up
But it would only leave me shallow
I had this appetite for us
And all our empty words
Never felt so damn untouched
I think I like the way it hurts
All the whispered little lies
They soon become my truth
And all my logical ties
I severed them just for you
But you didn't notice my pain
Even when I was bleeding
And I still hung on to the remains
Even when you were leaving
It has to end, and yet I flounder
held by your gravitational pull
and sometimes I sit and wonder
If I will ever really be full

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