Sometimes I think that you could love me.
That the scraps I get fed
Are full meals,
A delicious cake made with layers
Of us, of the moments we spent
Together, glued together
By love - not by mere delusion.
That there’s no tears
But tiers and tiers -
Of sweet memories brightly coloured,
Vivid and exciting, not dull,
Ones that won’t melt away if I hold you
Too close, too long,
Like sugar on my tongue.
That the crumbs of love I accept
Aren’t just reminders of what was there,
But crumbs I’m not afraid to eat,
Not afraid for them to disappear,
Not afraid that one day,
I’ll never taste it again.