I just wanted to be loved, but I was so tired. What I believed were beating hearts were only empty spaces, emotional voids that slowly turned my blood into venom and my insides into ash. I gave and gave, thinking warmth would be returned, but all that met me was hunger. Their hollow eyes never really saw me. They only looked through me, past me, as I stood there bleeding, wondering how something meant to nourish love could leave me feeling so consumed. _____________ Hand drawn on iPad