Isn’t love terrifying?

When it’s supposed to feel good,
Somehow it always ends up wounding,

But even so, we would beg for more,
Because we yearn for a taste of fulfillment,

So we’re looking for love in places where it gives us crumbs of attention,
Like a dog we eat every crumb that falls from the men’s table,

We fight the other dogs that get more than us,
And none of it will ever make us full,
But it’s okay because they like it flat,
Don’t they?

It’s not enough,
It’s not enough to make them stay,

Because they want fat above the flat,
And fat under our back,

So we starve our bodies,
And we fake our bodies,

And just how they like it,

We're still not full,
So now we make our lips full,

Is it enough yet?

Now they say they like us natural,
But then tell me,

Why when we were "natural",
There was always another,
There was always someone better,
Someone...