Please reinsert my feeding tube,
if you love me, if you care,
if you want me to live.
I am dying here, from lack of love,
I'm seeing it not, but from up above,
and he will not replace the feeding tube,
for he has left that in your hands.
I have depended on you to love me,
it's upon what I have survived,
and if you do not put the tube back,
this man will surely die,
or at least my heart will,
and that is where "who I am" lives,
the one who needs your love,
and back to you will give.
Coy, evasive, elusive love
provides no strength
to loves life sustain,
and only leaves my heart
wishing,
wanting,
waiting,
lingering,
languishing,
deprived,
unfulfilled.
I am but a mirror,
so look at me and see,
the love that you are not getting,
is the love that you are not giving me.
