I told him
That he could
Have a taste.
He cleaned the plate
Then,
Got back in line
For seconds.
Showed no discretion.
Made his advances
Out in the open.
Left me soaking
After he ripped my clouds
From the sky.
He took it upon himself
To be a star
That I could not hide.
He shone
Without being wished upon.
And when neither of our dreams
Came true,
He cursed my entire existence
For giving hope
And then,
Resisting.
But,
I was only resisting
Being devoured.
Never thought
A piece of me
Would turn his stomach sour.
Copyright 2019 by Kentrell Blanche