I want to get smaller
There’s no reason for it
Logically I can see what I look like when I look into a mirror
Logically I know that’s probably just skin
It has a thickness of its own
Everyone has that roll
You need somewhere for your organs to go

Logically I know
It doesn’t matter my waist size
No one can love me anyway
But what if I were a little bit smaller
What if I just skipped that meal
Would anyone notice?
What anyone care enough to hold me and grab me and make me believe they love me for who I am.
One of us has to.

If I was an empty glass
Depression would be water
A tap being left on over night
Over weeks
Over years
Me desperately trying to catch every drop before anyone notices
Time bringing me close to the brim
Another drop would bring me over the edge
Im full now

I am warrior
I am strength
Compassion
Intelligence
Fire
Fury
And blade.
I am nothing unless you gaze upon me.

Doesn't reside in
Swollen hearts
Not one singular
Chamber free
Busy with its own
agenda.

The stomach
It'll find no home
Empty rooms
No space for feelings
With the Drink
drowning Butterflies

Love is a
choice behind the eyes
With
Conscious thought
Deep contemplation
Uncovered
Found
Buried in white.

Debris alongside the highway
Bother me
Here are littered items
Treasures discarded at 50 miles per hour
Memories left
behind of travels
And worse
Yet we pass by
Eager to get home
Ignorantly blissful
Of what could be ours

Words mean
Worlds

Smiles
And laughter
Escaping
From picket fences

Fake
Behind enamel walls
Speeches shake
The foundations
holding
strong

Morter dries
Still groaning
Shaking Foundations
Whilst
Sweets erode
The defences

Nothing
except holes
stitched
together by lies
we tell
ourselves.
Without someone
I'd be
like them
Without them
We'd be
Lost