I think I'm falling in love.
Falling hurts.
If I want to fall,
I'll just jump off a building.
Same results.
The fear,
the rush of adrenaline,
The euphoria,
the pain,
and then,
the nothing.

But what if this time,
What if it's different?
But it couldn't be,
Because you don't see me.
But I see you,
I see you entirely.
I see your imperfections,
And I see your doubts,
And I except your limitations.
I think you're beautiful.
But you can't see me.
The look I get,
When I stare into your eyes,
The small smile.
It's only me.
I'm alone,
At the verge of free fall.

It’s been three months.

I’ve finally excepted it,

That you’re really gone.

Still, it hurts me inside.

Did you have any clue?

I freakin miss you, girl.

You were my best friend.

I trusted you, so why?

I always tend to wonder,

If I’d crossed your mind,

But inside I know I didn’t.

If you had, you’d be here,

Because you’d remember.

How I’d fought for you,

And you’d fought for me.

But you had forgotten,

As you let your soul be free.

The worst thing about love,
No.
The worst thing about real love,
Is that you give someone,
Your whole entire heart,
And no matter how bad you want,
You won't ask for anything in return.

there are some who want a thinner waist
and others who just don't like the taste
of food they feel they do not deserve

some eat cake with their eyes
while others are busy planning their demise
one wants to see bones, another, headstones

one could love themselves if they were just 40 pounds thinner
"maybe i'll love myself if i just skip dinner"
the other has no appetite, a battle with calories she does not fight

a battle, rather, with herself
to **** herself or stay in living hell
too preoccupied to care what is on the pantry shelf

there are some who want a thinner waist
and others who just don't like the taste
of food they feel they do not deserve