empty

forehead to forehead

you pulled me close and

made sure my skin would

never forget those impatient hands

made sure i was blind to the hunger in your eyes

but as it always goes

one day we were close and the next

we just weren’t

after chewing me up you

spat me back out

now nights are spent

repenting

and telling myself i should have known better

already aware that

even starving men

get tired of the same

damn flavor.