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I was red wine, You were blueberry. I was robust and full-bodied Maybe the only one As unpredictably rich as you And much worse At concealing it We joined in Meals where we only Discussed What we were hungry for. But in our starvation We confused eachother For food And we tore Ourselves Apart Imagine Breakfast Lunch, and Dinner Smiling across at you From the other side of Your pillow Because we Weren’t after sustenance It was never your taste That satisfied but still I had been licking The salt off of your skin Somehow, I was the one That felt raw in the morning But we were new to The institution Munchies were to be Expected But our empty calories Created blockages around my heart Only the basic needs Slipped through Reminding me of The hunger I was stifling We boiled over And looked elsewhere for feed You had broken Your diet lifestyle Not seeing how Emaciated it had made you You indulged yourself On the richness of being filled And you threw it up Silently in the bathroom Flushing away The burning So no one Would ever know But I saw the color Return to your cheeks As we set our table For the meal we would Never eat.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
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I was red wine, You were blueberry. I was robust and full-bodied Maybe the only one As unpredictably rich as you And much worse At concealing it We joined in Meals where we only Discussed What we were hungry for. But in our starvation We confused eachother For food And we tore Ourselves Apart Imagine Breakfast Lunch, and Dinner Smiling across at you From the other side of Your pillow Because we Weren’t after sustenance It was never your taste That satisfied but still I had been licking The salt off of your skin Somehow, I was the one That felt raw in the morning But we were new to The institution Munchies were to be Expected But our empty calories Created blockages around my heart Only the basic needs Slipped through Reminding me of The hunger I was stifling We boiled over And looked elsewhere for feed You had broken Your diet lifestyle Not seeing how Emaciated it had made you You indulged yourself On the richness of being filled And you threw it up Silently in the bathroom Flushing away The burning So no one Would ever know But I saw the color Return to your cheeks As we set our table For the meal we would Never eat.
#love#empty#stomach
Nicolette-Avery
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Nicolette-Avery
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
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