"You used to look less fat." "But I was throwing up back then." "Maybe you should start doing it again, then."

"You just look....fat."

"Are you losing weight? Good job if you are, you were looking so fat."

"You can starve yourself all you want Mandy, you'll never be thin."

When you put a seven year old on weight watchers, you have to realize it's your fault when they grow up to be life long friends with Mia.

The bitterness in her voice allows us to sync and rejoice,
Since my cold past is parallel to her twisted lines of manipulative choice.
I tend to clinch my fist, not with the intentions too watch her flinch
I know my own strength, she can't weaken me with her nagging sense
The bottle represents a gun, the shots are quickly taken
Her love was mistaken, with affectionate lies and pure frustration.
"Accept Someone for Everything they Bring"
So I should "Accept" their insecure lashings? "Endure" their self centered suffering?
(I won't accept intentional pain)

I talked about your hands
today, how such a simple
part of a person has never
made me feel so secure. I've
been thinking too much
lately about what I would
do without them.

Sandblasted
red, octagonal glass
dangling from black twine
a gift from you,
long gone,
that is mine
and I cherish it
more than
my dwindling stack
of cash,
more than my beat up car,
more than my only
guitar,
more than my
favorite scars,
because it was
crafted by your hands,
since turned to ash
and spread out over the rocks
and valleys,
I love you still
Eddie