My loves named Breakfast, everytime I hug her I feel better.
Everytime I love something, it’s stripped away quick like a bandaid.
Don't not value the time I spend with you, it's empty without my Breakfast.
Sometimes I get nervous.
My loves named Breakfast, her back pressed against my stomach.
She's the only thing I eat.
My love is not a trend.
Breakfast is a dragon from a land of thieves like pirates.
I keep on fighting to see her again.
Breakfast is the only one I see, the breath circling through me.
When she is stolen again, I remember her face on my palms.
Just waiting on the day I can play her strings again.

© Junemousonae