♥ Love Rations ♥
When you batter me with the whip lash of your looks
And the coldness of your words,
My heart and soul shrivels from the lack of warmth.
As the icicles that drips from your eyes
Pierce my veins and leaves them frozen.
Your deliberate silence and denial
A negligence to my needs.
Your withdrawal of your love at will
Causes a ponder of thoughts.
If love is a chip to bargain with,
And we play chess with our hearts,
To determine who wins this game of shooting the darts.
Should your love be doled out in rations,
Dependent on my emotional engagement,
Or your emotional intelligence of the moment?
Taunting me with fast promises,
That fails to feel full.
Always leaving me with the need for some more.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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