Skinny Love

Skinny Love

Pieces and slivers of kind words
remain on the white tablecloth.

I haunt the table, insanely hopeful
that I might finally find sustenance.

So hungry, I'm so hungry after your skinny love,
still so hungry, starving for a touch.

My anorexic love, your hands and feet are cold,
let me feed you my own brand of bread.

The kind with laughter and kisses and sighs,
the kind that makes you cross your legs and smile.

So hungry, I'm so hungry after your skinny love,
still so hungry, darlin', starving for a touch.

My bulimic love, don't throw back my promises,
don't choke on my smiles, they'll warm you up from inside.

Don't starve me, darlin', I'm so hungry, so cold, so blue,
so hungry after your skinny love.

All the crumbs in this world aren't enough
to fill the void left by your skinny love.