Aren’t they the same

The ability to break what 

doesn’t 

did

belong to you  

Dehumanize the intention of their purpose

Degenerate the love that took to formulate 

Deconstruct it’s wholeness 

Forgetting the warmth felt that very first time 

Ignore all the joy they brought 

 Placing your sharp edges against their softness, sincerity, openness 

Weren’t  those abandoned and starved

 left

To disintegrate 

disconnected Venn diagrams 

me

you 

The essence slowly whisking away from its sightless soul 

Erasing memories of laughter and satiation 

They filled your hungry once 

both are left 

ravaged, devoid, and hungry

A person once, now an unpossessed broken thing