It starts with a slip,
A turn of the cheek.
Simply forgetting to fit,
A meal for your body to keep.
You see, at this point,
It isn’t really starving.
For I forget only when I’m not hungry.
But the problem is,
I’m so used to being hungry
That I can’t tell the difference.
I thought I was better,
Until my boyfriend asked why he’s never seen me eat.
Until I was asked when the last time I ate was.
Until I faint, and I’m reminded to eat.
But now when I eat,
I have an Apple.
But I get sick,
Because it was too much food.
I can’t keep anything down,
So I have no choice but to not eat.
And so the cycle repeats.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
It starts with a slip,
A turn of the cheek.
Simply forgetting to fit,
A meal for your body to keep.
You see, at this point,
It isn’t really starving.
For I forget only when I’m not hungry.
But the problem is,
I’m so used to being hungry
That I can’t tell the difference.
I thought I was better,
Until my boyfriend asked why he’s never seen me eat.
Until I was asked when the last time I ate was.
Until I faint, and I’m reminded to eat.
But now when I eat,
I have an Apple.
But I get sick,
Because it was too much food.
I can’t keep anything down,
So I have no choice but to not eat.
And so the cycle repeats.
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