Sick and tired of
Hanging on the edge,
Life’s periphery
She holds her breathe, grasps
Onto old-vine, slowly
Withers away,
Subsists on his
Trickle down love
Like a shiny Christmas ball, she hangs
On a branch too weak to
Sustain her
She holds tight, despite
A pretty sight
Pretty girl
Me, living on
Trickle down love
A pinky ring, he wears
Me well, though
Not every day, at
His beacon call, ever
Ready, I come
Out to play, when
he feels like it, just
Enough to
Keep me, shiny
Bauble to throw
His arm round, for
All the world to see
Trickle down love
A balloon, I float
Tethered to
Strings of hope
Afraid to say,
I must go now
Untie this knot
Please, let me be
I beg for treats
He throws scraps
To keep me, pretty
Pooch at his feet
A glimpse of him here, bittersweet
Taste of joy there, I
Eat leftovers, famished
Trickle down love
I question the crumbs, tiny
Morsels he feeds me
Better than
None?
Think not, I
Deserve more than
His remnants,
Odds and ends, his
Trickle down love
I am so hungry, and yet
I am full… of him
No boundaries remain
Edges all blurred
Where does he
End?
Where do I
Begin?
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