My lips feel heavy,
as I watch you fill yourself
with toxic waste.
Disgust bubbles hotly,
but no judgement
will I ever speak.
After all,
I wouldn't want you
to judge me for my
cup of ice against your
plate of pasta. My dark
circles against your
rosy cheeks.
Shaking tremors
make me tap at the
table in between us.
What do you see
when you look at me?
Beauty? Or bones?
When I look at
you, all I ever see
is a life I will
never have the luxury
of living. Mouthfuls of
treasure I'll never
be able to think
of consuming.
When I play pretend,
I always pretend
to be you.
And it's always
better than I
ever think it will be.
Even when the
consequences of
being you fill
my mouth with bile
over a pure white
basin, the memories
are still worth it.
Still enough,
to get me through
another week.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
My lips feel heavy,
as I watch you fill yourself
with toxic waste.
Disgust bubbles hotly,
but no judgement
will I ever speak.
After all,
I wouldn't want you
to judge me for my
cup of ice against your
plate of pasta. My dark
circles against your
rosy cheeks.
Shaking tremors
make me tap at the
table in between us.
What do you see
when you look at me?
Beauty? Or bones?
When I look at
you, all I ever see
is a life I will
never have the luxury
of living. Mouthfuls of
treasure I'll never
be able to think
of consuming.
When I play pretend,
I always pretend
to be you.
And it's always
better than I
ever think it will be.
Even when the
consequences of
being you fill
my mouth with bile
over a pure white
basin, the memories
are still worth it.
Still enough,
to get me through
another week.
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