She is starving to be loved,

but can’t open her mouth.

She wants to live life happily with grace in her steps, but memory of past lovers linger.

They haunt her mind.

She’s starving, and refuses to open her mouth. No one even sees it.

She won’t let herself get fed.

“What if I get too attached?” she questions.

“What if I enjoy this far too much?” she asks herself.

Maybe one day she’ll open her sealed mouth and indulge in affection and peace.

She screams out to the world that she’s too full, she doesn’t want more food.

Could this be true?

Some have never seen her finish a full plate, she’ll leave and get angry when someone else tries to finish it.

She comes back stomping with anger claiming she was about to eat the rest of her meal.

She’ll sit down and take a bite, she leaves again.

The cycle continues.