my father told me 
to change the world for the better
and suddenly 
i was a poet
but little did i know
that i couldn't change
the whole world
and i guess that didn't matter
because your world
was the only one
that was important to me

[holyoak]

my mind is lost
my heart is lost
my sight is lost /
my soul id lost
come find me
i wonder alone searching dor you
you font seem to care
your soul diminishes without a trace
yourw a shell of what you used to be
i search for you
but you dont seeem to want to be found

It's tedious to care
for someone as much
as I care
about you.

And I hope that
the tiny fragments
you planted
inside of me
will never be so
inconsiderately
left inside of you
too.

For the indifference
in the beat of my heart
and the longing
in the depths of my soul
will leave a mark
indelibly - in me,
beyond me.

I wonder if you’d want to know
I named all of my demons after you and
they haunt me in my sleep

when I was 14 I fell asleep in April and dreamed of bones and
I’m not sure I’ve really ever woken up since

when I lost 5 pounds I never saw a difference

when I lost 10 my mother said I was looking good

when I lost 20 she told me to stop and handed me food
and I became anemic

when I lost 25 I stopped drinking anything because
I felt water had calories

when I lost 30 my mother held me on her lap
and held my bones together for me

when I lost 35 I started fainting every morning and
the doctors could no longer easily find my blood pressure

when I lost 40 people started to stare and food made me cry

when I lost 45 it hurt to walk and to lay down
it hurt to eat
it hurt to breathe and
I started throwing up my empty stomach

the mind plays tricks on those that decide
nourishment is not needed

Eat.

I'm sorry Descartes,
but humans are not just machines.

We have feelings and we have love.
We can actually recognize a blue sky above!

We have families that truly care
and yes, we have quite a bit of hair.

If that wasn't enough to start,
we all have a loving and generous heart.

I love the spring.
The summer and the warm weather.
The green grass and the bumble bees.
I know someday I'll be sad again.
Maybe when the cold returns, freezing all feelings of happiness.
Or maybe when you realize and see my flaws as an open book before your eyes
or when you get bored and leave me to love another.
Or maybe when we're old and life cruelly takes you before the heavens do me
but for now as the weather gets better so do I.
The sun in smiling and so am I.

You are beautiful
You are strong
You are lovely
You are kind
You are
you
And dont
let anyone
steal those traits
from you