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7d
Eleven January's
And I'm still starving
Health seems appetising
and I look it
but beneath the bark
I'm skin and bone

Eleven January's
Walking through the thickness of it
In May i will be exhausted
And camp out in forest December
Where it's too warm to jog
I'll take it easy till Christmas

Eleven January's
Of what now?
I'm big again
There's so little space
All I can do is trick it
And hope it expands

Eleven January's
And the hunger hasn't stopped
The hunger to be wanted
The hunger to be loved
The hunger to be held
The hunger to be dead

Eleven January's
More and I'll go mad
If I'm not six feet under
I'll be six feet in width
Ashamed either way
So I'll just wait and see

Eleven January's
Of hot chocolate to herbal tea
It's the way it always goes
But the stories intertwine
And I believe every lie
Because it makes me feel high

Eleven January's
Of shelly beaches
Townie roads
The promenade stretches
Further than I
As I drift like a glint

Eleven January's
I am a fat smog sleeping on the job
There's no time to wallow
I take my last swallow
That's it, I'm never doing this again
Then let's go feast somewhere

Eleven January's
And I haven't seen you
I haven't shrunk 
Not thin enough
For you to take me seriously
To want me

Eleven January's
I hurt myself for nothing
My heart is small and slow beating
hanging on by a locket
Who needs weights in their pockets
When they don't kick but break the bucket

Eleven January's
How long doesn't matter
It's the damage you do
And it's not you
It's January
So far for me, it's eleven
Abby
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Abby  23/Non-binary/United Kingdom
(23/Non-binary/United Kingdom)   
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