I lied and told her I ate, so I could take the medicine that makes me lose my appetite and stay up all night with fevers and cold sweats. Goosebumps that leak into my heart, they stay there unnoticed until the shivering begins to quake and ache and rock my body back and forth into a suicidal dream. But hey, at least I'll be skinny.

Maybe I'm simply meant to adore you from afar, or to come up close but never quite touch you.

Much like the multitude of things you create, only for me to appreciate but never to keep.