I haven’t written in weeks
but you’re on my mind
and
I can’t keep
my pen from paper .

"D-d-don't look at my stretch marks like that-"
"Beauty marks, darling. They're called beauty marks", he smiled while tracing my insecurities away

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.

long
lonely
hours
of
heart
breaking ;

Please.

Look at me.

Please,.
I'm begging you.

Just one...    more       time,
...
Or   one...     last         time,

Your choice...

Please.