Starvation of a dying Dog

As the days grow warmer

I shed my weight in anything remotely good in me.

because it is heavy, causing thirst and hunger amongst these dryer days.

a simple morsel would do, anything from a drop of your blood to the faintest bite of your flesh would fill me for a life time if you ask me.

My body’s already telling me all the signs I need to know that I’m in starvation mode. Craving you, all of you.

im stalking you like prey at this point for any signs of validation that you know I still exist.

you have me locked in this trance without having to do anything. Out of frustration I shed more and more of what’s good in me in hopes i can get your attention.

im malnourished for it has been days, years even since I’d seen your face. And these posts online can only hold me off for what seems like split seconds.

im starting to go into a craze I’ve never experienced.. well since you left me I’m reliving this trauma I need you to talk to me. For I not know what might become of me.

im dying from starvation of your love and acceptance. you play with my heart knowing you see these and follow me. Does he not know ? Our little secret? That we’ve kept minor contact.. I’m in your back pocket? Can I say the same? Knowing you’re pulling all of the strings, my heart strings can’t take it.

what will it take to satiate this thirst, of you love and flesh I’ve desperately been craving.

all I have left are memories like blood on a knife I can’t help but to lick and lick until I’m lifeless.

going into a craze at the taste of blood not knowing it’s become my own, I’m self sabotaging my own life

bleeding out from the heart.

I need guidance because I’m not longer the man in your life who can provide it.

I miss you

I need it.

I crave it

I crave you.