I didn't care what it cost.
To be right there in your arms.
Now I know the price I've paid,
Left alone on the bed we've made.
'Cause you don't love the person right infront of you,
I'll starve myself to be kept in your view.
Complete my tithe,
Replete my sacrifice.
Because this prison is warm
I must suffice.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
I didn't care what it cost.
To be right there in your arms.
Now I know the price I've paid,
Left alone on the bed we've made.
'Cause you don't love the person right infront of you,
I'll starve myself to be kept in your view.
Complete my tithe,
Replete my sacrifice.
Because this prison is warm
I must suffice.
This poem stemmed from an early journal entry that I decided to rewrite as a poem, so this poem is very personal to me. I didn't battle with any eating disorders but I was a witness to many people that suffered from them. It's titled June becasue that's the month I had written the entry.