The deep hunger I have for you
Is not yours to carry
It scares me at times
My desperate wound 
Hasn’t quite healed
But I’ve forgiven myself
For crying at your feet
And swallowing the coals
Of defeat 
From your fire
But this is also not you
It’s all in my head
I wish I could fix
The parts that wish I could be fixed
Or different
Strange in the most perfect ways
And served up for consuming
Without being eaten
And only beholden
Fear that inside
I am filled with old brackish water
And disease that takes over 
At the first bite 
Seemingly perfect
But spoiled inside