Hahaha
Wait, you thought we were what?
A, 'unit'?
Who says that?
I was sitting with my friend
He was lonely
He asked
He's a friend
I'm not allowed to sit with a friend?
This automatically makes him my boyfriend?
Two days?
So what.
Get over it sillies
I sit with you everyday
Two lunches alone with a good friend
Is not a pink slip
You've got each other, don't be jealous
And besides, its two freaking days!
The world has not ended
My 'relationship status' hasn't changed
Calm down, and carry on.

Know what I hate?
That feeling of disgust at myself
For eating a little more than usual
The happy-sadness for gaining 2 (needed) pounds
That tiny prodding in the back of my skull
Telling me to skip this so I don't gain a half pound
I need to eat, and love the different types of food
Sushi to curry to crawfish to funnel cakes
If its good, I'll eat it.
But I won't feel great about it.
I don't want to worry about it anymore
Stomach, please be quiet, you're not helping.
Brain, you too.
Friend, at least I've got this promise to keep.
That helps more than you know.
Plus I just really can't stand to throw up
Or not eat.
I hate this feeling.

I fear the silence
Not the warm enveloping smiles of silence
But the stagnant cold sterile suffocating silence
That drowns me, leaves me numb
Cold
And alone
Curled up in a corner
Sobbing for hugs and a few words
Of someone's whispered comfort

Roses are red, but only sometimes
And I don't care much for them anyways
Violets are never blue
But I like crepe myrtles better
Sugar is sweet, but too sweet for me
I'd much rather have spicy
As for you? You're only sweet all the time
Other times, you're incredible.

The last time I saw you we were saying goodbye
And brushing fingertips, gazing back at each other
As we walked our separate ways
Complete separation came a while later, like a razor
A wicked sharp blade brought between us by you
Confess your love and then leave seems to be your way
Say we'll remain friends but never speak again.
The second time rougher than the first
Making scars upon old thick scar tissue.
Funny, you always begged for a kiss when we were together
But I never got a kiss goodbye
And now I only get to stare at my cold metal reflection

How about this,
Take the knives from your back
The razors from your wrists
The needles from your arms
The pain and suffering in your heart
And the doubt in your mind
Drop them all in this bucket
Toss them into that abandoned well,
And come over to this side
Cross the line separating dark and light
Wicked and angelic
Rough violence and gentle caresses
Step over and join us
If we can offer nothing else,
We can offer ourselves.
Friends, lovers, comrades,
Formerly tortured souls like yourself
It isn't perfect over here, but it's better
We'd escort you over, walk with you
But we've already crossed that line
And once you cross the line,
Only your voice can cross back
Only your voice will want to.

A faerie is not a large creature
Yes, I get it, I'm tiny.
I'm glad you told me the obvious too
Me whose had this body
All my life
Why do you think I'm called
Faerie?
Pixie?
Shorty?
Elf?
Funsized?
Come on people!
Four foot eleven and ninety pounds
Is enormous for a fifteen year old