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the taste melts on my tongue
little bits of crunch between my teeth
it pains me this very piece
won’t slide across the table
making your eyes glossy with delight
I don’t want to get lost in the semantics
Darling go ahead and break my heart
I already told the moon I’d forgive you
and I wail on my knees
fist to my chest
when will my mind
be free of his hands
You would sit for a bit longer at the table
gazing back into my wide eyes
Your smile would widen to match mine
and I’d be able to lose myself
Without all the white lines
Because sometimes self care is
Accounting for the food
Bulimia is going to take away from you
And stocking up on extra just in case
Anorexia keeps you hungry for days
or maybe just a way to validate a binge
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