My heart grew moss when I wasn’t looking
soft colours, blending in
pretending to be light but
I know what it is  

Harsh words, derision
a whip 
attached to the tip
of my finger 
moulting into shadow
the light disappearin’

empty space all around
remnants of when
I was a bigger person
Weight Watchers in reverse
snacking on your kindness

All this cross-legged sitting
can’t get my mind straight
how much longer can I stand
to let my soul depreciate? 

where is the love