I'll be getting old and still
trying to make this body bearable
covering it in tattoos
painting its nails
manically
sickening looking
for proof of its monstrousness
in candid photos
starving it and then
filling it

Or even worse,
not being able to do anything
to make it anything else
than what it is

I think I might be lost in you,
my love.
I hope you never ever leave my side
sweet angel
you've got my heart on your sleeve

You are a goddess
Even if you don't lose those 5 pounds

And while I'm looking at you
Through this mirror
I can firmly say
You're the most beautiful person
I've ever seen
And will ever see

Remember me

spiders crawling onto my back
constant earthquake