your fingertips danced across my skin
like children in the snow
you caressed my aching soul
and slowed my rapid heartbeat
the light in your eyes
twirled about as our lips pressed together
your tongue sought solace
inside my mouth
and my teeth grazed your bottom lip
as payment for your loves newfound home

your fingertips stayed firmly inside
our locked hands
you traced my smile with your lips
and promised to write me love letters
describing how your heart soared
when i entered the room
i laughed and you raced
to remember the lines that formed
in the corners of my eyes
when my smile lit up

your fingertips stayed hidden in your pockets
as we walked together
down our favorite path underneath the moonlight
i thought it was quite romantic tonight
and felt love coursing through my veins
as i looked at you
but you kept your head down
and the only time you looked up
was not to look at me
but to look at the brilliance of the moon

your fingertips were holding her hand now
and your teeth grazing her bottom lip
as i had once done to you
you wrote her songs of love
and she wrote you poems
describing the brilliance of your eyes
my soul shrank at the sight of the two of you
my heart was a living flame
that eventually died out to ashes
at the the fact that i would never hold your fingertips in mine again

I don't need you,
You don't flatter me,
You just fill me up and you'll sooner batter me,
You don't help me,
You cause me to lose my confidence,
I just want those high cheekbones and their prominence

I just want to be thin,
Just like all of those supermodels,
As thin as them all,
I want to look porcelain, pale and beautiful
Exactly like Felice Fawn.


"You don't need to be skinny to be pretty"
Don't listen to them, be skinny
Be strong,
Be thin,
Say no
to food
and
*win.