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
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