They thought that they could help each other That together they could claw their way back to the surface But instead they dragged each other back down Needing so much strength just to hold the other up that they had none left for themselves And so they fell Slowly but surely Deeper into the pit of hopeless despair That seemingly had no bottom.
To love a beautiful lady Is like drinking hot chocolate To love nature Is like swimming To love cartoons Is like dreaming To love your children Is like being a child again But to love your enemy's heart Is pure love Is true love and the one I love is my enemy
All I want is to feel pretty All I want is to feel loved All I want is to be skinny Not the obese pig that I am right now If I could fall into a man's arms If I could look into a mirror without crying If I could just once Step into the world with A genuine smile Maybe I'd realize Maybe I'm worth it
They say You are what you eat So I pick beautiful flowers And devour them.
Don't be afraid They take root in my brain pinch my eyes closed pry my heart open Slip seeds into my bloodstream
I devour flowers Because they are small beautiful things And I want to be Beautiful In that same fragile and wilting way.
I take them from the ground so that one day I can wither in embraces And die in glass containers On your bedside table In your living room Still and stuck and slow
I put them in my mouth whole Petals tickling my tongue Sliding down my throat Roots melding into flesh
And they taste like sunshine and dirt And something distinct that feels like Breathing
I devour them till I have a garden growing in my stomach Breaking across my skin
And I will keep Devouring Till they take root in my heart And I am made of fragile Beautiful Things That you can devour.