It starts out slowly
At first, you don't even notice it
You're busy, you'll do it later
But as more time passes you eat less and less
You begin making excuses
You ate a lot yesterday
You're fine.
One day, you lose "control."
The hunger gets the best of you.
You eat and eat and eat
Soon after, the tears begin pouring down.
And so you'll sneak to the bathroom,
maybe stick your toothbrush or finger,
down your convulsing throat.
You relieve yourself of the pressure, the guilt,
and the contents of your stomach all at once.
But they begin to notice.
You lose an unusual amount of weight and it all comes falling down.
You hear the words... but your ears refuse to hear..
"..nervosa"
"bulimia"
"anorexia"
Bits and pieces.
But you're fine, right?
Ana is your friend.

We are tangled together,
inexplicably and irrevocably.
Your heart is mine and mine is yours.
The touch of your skin on mine is simply electric,
beneath your gaze my blood boils.
Too early, too vulnerable, and too late to care.
I am yours.
I accept your electricity.
Sing to me nothing and I will return your song.
Show me you love me,
and tell me too.
This is still so new,
the electricity increasing,
and I am a selfish little girl,
who wants you all to herself.
The power increases and I can feel it coursing from within
The electricity crackles,
Alas, I give in.