there is so little left of me
that isn’t rotted
when i say you
can have it all
you best bring a medicine dropper
for the good bits

at least you know
when you take all of me
you will still have a free hand
to play on your phone

can’t say there was ever much more
of me
to begin with
just a powerful need
and words

so wet your tongue
i’m always here
waiting
for the next bout of broken hearted
inconsolable
pain