my heart

you don’t want

all of me

you don’t want

my soul

but your wild eyes

trapped by lines

of white powder

make me carve my heart

out of my chest

break it into pieces

and serve it to you

on a silver platter.

you barely notice

i am there

because you are lost

in a world of dragons

and voices and a discordant

kind of light.

i sit with you

when you go there

and sometimes

i go along

and i hold you

when the burn

in your nose

no longer

silences the burning

inside of you.

you have no love

to give me

but that does not mean

i am not

hungry for it

all the time.