When you're clearly eating rice
And right beside you is your mom
Who then asks why you're not eating rice
And that you should eat more.
Eat more eat more eat more.

Flashback to three years ago when you were at your heaviest
Which to be honest wasn't even anywhere close to obese
You were told to eat less.
Eat less eat less eat less.

It has been an endless cycle
And on the hundredth time you hear this comment,
You finally break.

She says you're too sensitive.
Oh really? What about those other 99 times that I never gave a **** reaction?
You're always too affected by her comments!
They were clearly just meant to encourage you to be "healthier" since you've been working ******* your project lately.
You should understand what they're feeling when you react like that.
You're hurting THEIR feelings when all they want is the best for you.
The best for you.

In the back of my mind I think,
I often eat more than my friends.
I trimmed down my unhealthy fat.
I'm trying to gain muscle.
I've been working out to stay fit not thin.
I'm trying to be healthy.
So how is it that I should be sensitive to your feelings when you're not sensitive to mine?

When I look thin to you,
I don't need to eat more eat more eat more
Just to gain weight.
When I look fat to you,
I don't need to eat less eat less eat less
Just to get thin.

Because this is my body.
I know how much food to eat to feel just the right amount of full.
This is my body.
I know it better than you.

-D.D.

You occupy my mind
In all my idle time
Leave no corner
No nook, no crevice
Untouched
You run around
And around
You run
Chasing away all else
In my mind
In my mind

-D.D.

If we were a tree
I guess I might say,
It's been quite a while
Since we started to sprout

I know we've branched out
But I trace back down
To see the roots have spread
Staying anchored to the ground

The winds may howl,
Thunder may strike
But try as they might
They can't knock us down

As we grow together
Towards the sky, rooted to the earth
This growth it goes to show
The seeds were planted right.

-D.D.

You broke my heart

I've been guarding it for so long
I opened up to you and you broke it.
When did I become so fragile?

Part of me thinks it's silly
Over something so petty.
But I can't shake off the feeling
The fact that it was a little thing.

I guess it's the little things
The ones I consider most thoughtful
That can affect me so much
I can't even put up my strong facade
The one I use often
So easily

Who knew that
So easily
I could break
In your hands.

-D.D.

A word we use
When we don't
understand
Why or how

Oh believe that
It is not luck
But the universe
Who conspired

To bring us
Together.

-D.D.

Forgetting is ******
The killing of memories
Please don't forget the little things
They mean so much to me.

-D.D.

I'm through loving you with my heart
For it expires
It expires like everything else
In my body
I want to love you with my soul
To stand the test of time
To last beyond a lifetime
I want to be able to say,
"I'm all yours."
Without anything in this universe
Contradicting my statement.
I'm all yours.

-D.D.

There are moments.
I want to scream
Your name
Out loud
Not so everyone could
Hear
But so I could
Loud and clear
To let it surround me
To remind me of
Your eyes
Your smile
The awkward
The lovely
You are
All these things
To me
You are
Who you are
I would drown in
Your ocean
Just to breathe
Your air
To bask in
Your sunshine
I would scream
Your name
Out loud
So I might feel,
Somehow
You could
Surround
Me.

-D.D.

It would be nice to have you right now beside me to fill the spaces between my fingers. But I know you are your own person and I cannot summon you any time I wish. So I’ll settle for thoughts of you and the uncertainty of when we’ll meet. And I’ll love you as the spaces between my fingers until you can fill them up again.

-D.D.

A whisper in your ear as loud as fireworks exploding,

A gleam of a smile that blinds,

Can you tell fantasy apart from reality?

Look up as the stars align,

The moon greets you good night, 

Do you ever think about how the sky goes on forever?

When you care too much to care,

And search when he’s not there,

Do you love him?

-D.D.

You are my moon.
I know it's a metaphor and
I know it's prone to misinterpretation
But isn't that what's great about metaphors?

You are the sky.

What do you mean?

It means what it means and what you think it means.

What do you think it means?

It doesn't matter what I think it means.

But you wrote it, didn't you? You ought to know.

That's the thing about writers. We write things and we don't know
what they mean, really. For there is not one frame for each line
and each picture we paint. It's about writing masterpieces that can be
broken down to different pieces. Maybe even to the point that it is
crushed to sand and turned to dust. Dust flies away with the wind and
if poetry might turn to dust, then I will be glad.

-D.D.

I need you most when it's quiet
When there's nothing on my mind
And you.
These are the instances,
To have you close
Within reach
My fingertips feeling your warmth
These are the instances
I want you most
Not when it's dark
Not when I'm sad
Or happy or angry,
Not when I'm lonely
Not when it's sunny,
But when it's quiet.

-D.D.