don't judge a book by its cover
I should have judged you
by the way you smiled

I am nothing but bone
on rib cages that peak out
at the smell of food that I
deprive my body of
my skin has withered down to
the tightness that grasps at my body
food is non appealing to me
even though my nose inhales the smell
my mouth waters at food that it will never touch
my eyes have grown tired my skin gone pale
theres deep bags under my eyes and I try
not to concentrate on the being in the mirror
because that is not me but someone else who
deprives her body of food that will fill her
curves and edges but instead bones poke out
cutting like sharp ridges
I got skinny, for myself couldn't take
the small fat that covered my body

sometimes the sun will rest
from her spot in the blue sky
and that is when sunshine will break

I've written a poem for you
or rather about you
pages upon pages filled with grief
my pen gliding across tear stained pages
of memories  recite on paper that will be
filled with other girls tears
you gave me the power of writing my
grief into thousands of unpublished paper
my poems will speak to girls who cannot
find the words their hearts seek when the
boy she loves finally decides to leave

I've never recalled you dancing
when your heart sang with mine

I have *** with strangers
Everytime I do I seem to
Always think of just you
I know it's wrong to do
I just wish it was you

the clock struck midnight
I wasn't Cinderella losing her shoe
it was a whole eight months without you
and there was nothing I could do
to reverse losing you