Green Gold Eyes

I sit and smell the blanket you favour. The husky, sweet scent of you lingers. I drape myself in its soft warmth, feeling comforted but hungry.

Wet kisses, small in sensitive places. I try to stroke you but you bite. You lick me to be caring, but it hurts! Moods as changing and fickle as the Shoreline. You often lay on me, weighing me down. Then you sleep with that whore, not two doors down.

Your actions say you love me, but the words are inaudible. By the very nature of you, they tell me, you cannot love just one. You do not dally with the boy, as he is unkind to you. When you want me you come and hit me, just a gentle tap really.

I drift off to sleep in an imagined embrace, starving.