I'm so hungry

I'm so hungry.

I feel it gnawing on my insides.

My stomach feels like an endless pit.

I crave. I crave so much. Too much.

I eat and I eat and I eat.

There's no more food left for me.

I sit in my empty kitchen, staring at the vacant fridge.

Nothing but cold and light.

I'm so hungry.

I crave so much.

I crave too much.

He offered a hand.

I ate his whole heart.

I'm craving it.

I felt his love and I loved the taste.

It felt viscous. Hot. Heavy.

It tasted like nothing before.

Like morning kisses and late night whispers, mixed enough just to linger.

I crave some more. I'm so hungry.

I want him, but there's nothing left.

I sit in my empty kitchen, staring at his vacant seat.

Nothing but empty leather and wood.

I was too hungry. I craved too much.

I ate too fast and now there's nothing left.

I miss the taste, I miss the warmth, I miss the scent.

I'm so hungry.