What is love
Does it make your heart ache
You think he doesn't feel the same way
It is more than you can take
Even if your just friends
Your heart hurts when you see him with somebody else
Then you think in your head I wish that was me
Your heart yearns for his smile, his laughter, his touch
Knowing inside, that the fear of not being together
is far to much

To afraid to cry
To afraid to show you the feelings that I hide
But not afraid to die
To afraid to love
To afraid to show you the scars on my heart
Why am I afraid
When did this start

You' ve changed .

And i cant point at any event and say " it happened then" ...It just happened.

Like a snow storm and flurries and it adding up before my eyes.

I never realized how much hurt had accumulated... till i was standing knee deep in sadness.

She said "please take just one more bite , then you can leave the table"
I push the food around my plate ,
I dont know if im able.

Skinny wrist and tiny arms
And never fitting in , clothes that
All hang baggy , its a battle i cant win.

I assume that they can hear me
In the bathroom down the hall,
Getting rid of that last meal ,
To make myself feel small.

They make my favorite meals ,
To try and keep me pleased ,
They dont understand my
Sickness, this is a disease.

The world shoves it down our throats, how women and girls should be , perfect hair and body and not over a size three.

This sickness has been an anchor , my hands and feet are tied. The qualities that matter shouldnt be found on the outside.

I wish that i felt good enough ,
And expectations would be fair ,
So i could eat what i wanted ,
And no one would have to care.

I had love once,
I had it in my chest,
In my forehead,
Flowing out of my fingertips.
I had love once,
Made my heart gallop sideways
To a rhythm in a symphony only we could hear.
I had love once,
I had it all the way home
When your lips
Whispered into my cheekbones,
"goodbye."
I had love once,
Once upon a time
When the glass slipper still fit my two left feet.
I was in love once,
When sweet spring breezes
Gently tucked my hair behind one ear.
I hated love once,
because while I closed my eyes,

waiting,

You plucked each puzzle piece from inside me,
And left me with a half-finished picture of what love is supposed to be.