My Vacancies


In the center of my chest,
a hole was stretched out in the middle.

It was vacant,
desiring that feeling
contained with butterflies
souring around in your belly.

No matter who entered my life,
it never seemed enough for my satisfaction.

Greed.
It was a known trait
in my personality.
I couldn't be more ungrateful.

I needed to be embraced
And I needed to feel secure in someone's arms.

The blackness inside my mind
and soul couldn't be dark than hell.
Light peaking in was impossible with
my complete dissatisfaction.

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