when you're not here I turn to the fridge. when I'm confused i convert to binge. i've become a sponge in a puddle soaking up what i can.
Ice cream is cool and heavy my heart is dull and steady waiting for something quick and ready.
I'm eating emotions I can't redeeme. even when i wish we were a team.
I'm ready for my next fill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem