Underweight

Can't find the picture of you
In my heart.
My body is writing this song
With my hungry stomachs voice,
That isn't will to eat.

Feel the pain in the bath,
Lose my feet,
Land hard on my real
Emptiness.

I really want you.
I really need you
To feed me with your cold hate.
Want to feel your hurt
To understand my stomach.

Hope so to lose you and then die.
Will know the end,
Knowing now my live
That I can not change.



*I wrote this poem during my stay in Copenhagen when I reflected a (former) relatonship and ongoing hunger for more.