I was so thirsty for love
I drank poison and said it was sweet
I was so hungry for attention
I ate my own instincts like a four course meal
My desperation made me an easy target
I was the prey who cuddled up to the predator
and I expected I’d survive the night intact
Once the sun came up again
I had no choice but to cross to the other side.
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Poetry Books: Identity Crisis, Rehab