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Trickle Down Love


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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