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  Dec 2014 Aaron W
Yasi
i filled myself with
sorrow
but i still felt
empty
Aaron W Apr 2014
I want to see the mistakes spilled across your arms

To kiss your hands and remember each perfect flaw

So that in the morning I can remind you

That you are more than the blood on the floor

More than the tangles in your hair and the mascara on your pillow

More than your eyes will ever dare to tell.
quick something i wrote months ago after sleeping over at my (ex) girlfriend's house. not a fan of the last line but oh well
Aaron W Mar 2014
Don't love your food less because you want him to love you more. When he holds your hipbones in his hands, he is not holding your heart.

2. Delicate flowers can't survive on water alone. Don't drop yourself into a skinny vase until you wither. You deserve so much more.

3. Don't confine yourself to the scars on your thighs; you are more than that.

4. If you feel insignificant, sketch stars on your skin. Do not count them. You have created a universe on your body. As you live, planets are born. Stars implode. You are so powerful.

5. When your eyes scan your reflection for flaws, know that you will always find them. This does not make you terrible. The stripes on your hips are there because you are alive and your universe is expanding.

6. When your best friend is admitted to hospital, reassure her. Tell her she is beautiful. When she does not believe you, hold her quietly.

7. When you are admitted to hospital, let Mom cry. When she tells you you're beautiful, try to believe her. Let her hold you quietly.

8. Do not hand onto his words. You mean so much more than "******."

9. Do not count the calories you eat. Count the smiles and the tears and every time the sun lights your face. Do not count the calories you eat.

10. By the time you write this, you will have made a decision. Reading this, I know it seems like the road to hell never ends. But when you get to write this poem, you know that it does.

Because you turn around and walk away.
I wrote this shortly after deciding to recover from my eating disorder. Please be aware of some triggers.

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