I used to think that I loved quietly
with soft words and gentle touches
well practiced
and given with ease
But it isn’t love
when used as an antidote
for loneliness
Because I know now that I love
hungrily
tearing at my flesh with crumbling teeth
as if I’ll never be fed again
As if
the moment I stop loving
I’ll realize that
despite it all
I still don’t know how to love myself
Image courtesy of DAVIDCOHEN.
