just crumbles

I look at your fuzzy face
and wonder
why love makes us too empathic
deaf to my own needs
I let myself be fed with a plastic spoon

the path of hope is endless
and it has nothing to offer
but hope
and I feel my feet are turning back
they take the lead on the leftover of me

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