Consume Me Poem by Brittany Messersmith

His words are smooth
His style is crisp
Any woman would fall for his succulent shine
Yet despite it all he is cold
With a hard outward shell he tries to protect himself
What he doesn't see is the drugs in which he hides causes more bruises and pain
As i begin to dig for his true core he bleeds
I feel the pain of his cold roots
I dig deeper and deeper searching for the heart I that his beat belongs to.
Within his core is a star
In the reality of it he has the most satisfying gift of all
The gift of life
The gift of love