the moon falls asleep
dreaming of when she will meet
the knight of her dreams

Poetry connects with a paper,
A paper connects with a pen,
A pen connects with the mind,
The mind connects with the soul,
The soul connects with the heart.

A great write
is often a co-incidence!

There she was
standing in front of the mirror
with pale skin, showing ribs
and a shrunk body.

There she was
standing in front of the mirror
starving, listless
weak and powerless.

There she was
standing in front of the mirror
comparing herself with
all the girls on the internet.

i used your love letter to spit out my gum

It takes a week to heal the bruises.
It takes an eternity
to heal the bruise in my heart.

Her friend asked, "Are you alright?"
She answers, "Well, physically yes and mentally no."