Poetry, thoughts

scraps

i use to live off of the
scraps he once gave me.
i was emaciated. skeletal.
i needed more than
meager compliments
and sparse commitments.
i am full now. i am curvy.
i am finally healthy. never
again will i ever accept
scraps when I have a Queen’s
appetite❤️❤️💕

@amateur__poet 

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