Annihilate

Empty calories

You are still giving me days that have learned to

Speak fluently (my brain listens, my hands too) --

Constant murmur throwing disdain at me;

Brittle nails I can't manage to cut deep enough,

Only try when I go to bed at three pm,

Lie sad in my bed because the sun won't allow me to close myself,

Like I do blinds. Eat your attempts -

My heart doesn't think it's food. Drink your tries:

Dozens and dozens of swallows a day for just a little smaller ache.

Is it worth it? I'm only getting

Fat. Is that the price of love that I must take?

My tongue is the sole thing getting drunk

Yellowish, swollen, bitter like you

And angry like you, because I know you are.

It's the eyes that carry all the junk --

People look at me and get blinded by the dusty, acidic green,

My weight beside it remains unseen.

I'm waiting for someone, who isn't me

To clean the stomach 

And satisfy the deep, rooted hunger.

To close the blinds on my days,

And force the sun off the sky --

It might finally let me drift to sleep.