Sing bird sing, Sing your song so sweet.

Oh, but not a peep.

Meet me by the weeping willow tree, And you will see.

Mama bird had fallen far from her tree.

The singing bird had lost his song.

curled up down the end of the
bed where loose feet hang,
comfort purrs, doused,
incontent. easy game.

so i sleep a little more:
outside, everything
will churn continually
in cyclic tone, oil-slick,
patterns always look the same.

further out, little
is left but the low rush
of breaking wavelets over
shallowing stone retainer
walls kept, keeping
the weight of this inestimable
machine
on track.

breathe stale air, smile,
the skyline accumulates;
handfuls of grey at a time.

I'm overwhelmed and I just want to give up. I just want to give in. Because I swear there's no one near me who's listening. So I'm screaming "Olly olly oxen free" to whatever strength is hiding within me.

Ana is in my brain again
and I'm sorry
to say I'm giving in.
Mia is whispering to me
so sweetly;
Fueling my dreams
to just be skinny.
And today I don't feel strong enough
to decide that I am enough.
Because I feel like too much.
     There's too much of me,
     And I am not enough,
      because I'm not skinny.
Mia is in my head again
allowing me to guiltily binge;
Reminding me
I can purge just as easily.
Urging me, "better hurry."
Run the water
hide the sound....
I feel pretty lost,
And this is what I've found
to cope
with the constant nagging
inside of me.
Ana is in my thoughts today
Reminding me how much I've gained.
And all I've lost- previously.
Encouraging me,
Dissapointedly,
To get down to 115.
I know that I am losing my mind
But maybe along with that,
I'll lose a few pounds.

Your cool blue eyes
A shimmering pool
Of memories
And I see them all
And remember them vividly.
And I recall them
Hopelessly.
Because I don't know
If we can ever be what we used to be.
So we grasp at the threads
And everything that's left.
And we try to hold on
For as long as possible.
Until our hands slip
And you fly far away.
I miss you already babe
And I'm not ready for the change
I'll listen to your songs all day...
To our songs every day.
And I guess it's better this way.
Because Fate
Has never seemed to be
In our favor.
But I'll pray
While you're away.