I have nothing left to give you . I think you may have taken everything from me . And even then I’m scrapping my belly for crumbs to feed you although my intestines gnaw . Hungry I remain . How can you just take and not care . How can you greedily eat remains on your lips of me , and not even to bother to ask me if I’m okay . When did taking become a gift . When did emotional exhaustion from the person you love become a sight you loved to watch . A sight you savored . Can’t you see my needs? How I need to be filled too ? Do I not matter ? Am I made out of steel ? A punching bag of some sort at your convenience. Do I not deserve love reciprocated ?
I used to be the type to give till I’m vacant. But not anymore . I can’t survive on crumbs and leftovers. Nor do I deserve them . On nothingness . And tears fills my eyes because I still want to be there for you . To make sure you’re good and okay and fulfilled. How can I feed both of us with emptiness ? When did you become like my child depending on me for nourishment . For fullness . I can’t be everything to everyone when I’m nothing to myself .