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I don't like being alone. Rays of kitchen light, Beaming down on lime flavored tortilla chips, With mild salsa, That's still, Too hot! Or cheap tea, Flavored with lemon and crystalizing honey, I do not like being alone, Stacking, Molasses cookies, On my shaky finger tips, I do not like being alone! Shaky, shaky, Three, Round plates, Stacked on top of one another, And I'm not saying I have a standard, eating disorder, But when I am depressed, And, Alone, I just, Don't, Get, FULL. No I don't think I'm fat, I love my body, And I'm not over weight, But my stomach, Is the new home, To the black hole in my mind, It's fine, I say, You don't know how many plates today, And it's not every day, But I find myself stealing snacks, The way people steal kisses, Enjoying meals hot or cold, Instead of going in the snow, For if i lept into turning waters, Like people leap for love, Or if my mind, Got that black back, Transferred from my stomach, You, Wouldn't be the only thing crushing.
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
Food is toxic love.
I don't like being alone. Rays of kitchen light, Beaming down on lime flavored tortilla chips, With mild salsa, That's still, Too hot! Or cheap tea, Flavored with lemon and crystalizing honey, I do not like being alone, Stacking, Molasses cookies, On my shaky finger tips, I do not like being alone! Shaky, shaky, Three, Round plates, Stacked on top of one another, And I'm not saying I have a standard, eating disorder, But when I am depressed, And, Alone, I just, Don't, Get, FULL. No I don't think I'm fat, I love my body, And I'm not over weight, But my stomach, Is the new home, To the black hole in my mind, It's fine, I say, You don't know how many plates today, And it's not every day, But I find myself stealing snacks, The way people steal kisses, Enjoying meals hot or cold, Instead of going in the snow, For if i lept into turning waters, Like people leap for love, Or if my mind, Got that black back, Transferred from my stomach, You, Wouldn't be the only thing crushing.
The best is the last bit.
#sad#depression#lonely#eating#disorder#alone#mental#issues#disorders#problems
miriam-harrington
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21/Androgynous
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
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