We walk through this world
With all different eyes.
But the way I saw yours
The way they touched mine.
The way I lost myself
The way you'd always help
The way I couldn't tell
What this feeling was.

The way your fingers touched my hair.
The way you mended my heart's tears.
The way my heart fluttered at your smile.
The way the butterflies always flew miles.
The way you touched my skin.
The way I felt your laughs.
The way you held me.
You had my heart in your hands.
Why did you drop it?

The way I felt that hurt
The gut wrenching pain
The cries everyone heard
No one said anything.
They all just stared.
Pity in their eyes.
And watched the way
Your heart crushed mine.

From being so high
And ending so low
How I didn't know
The pain you had bestowed,
Upon me like a spell
Stuck in this cycle.
Never ending tears
Down a waterfall of miles.  
The way you caressed me.
The way you kissed me.
It should have been obvious.
My heart so naive,
Left in so much pain.

The way you faked everything.

The Way
You touched me gently
Leaving traces on my skin
I didn't know
You were writing in permanent marker.
Now I can't erase
The markings you've left
Within.

-Memories etched in with a blade.

Jillian Jade

You never stop thinking
That´s why the pain never goes away

If you could just accept my body
like i accept yours

i. hunger
It starts with the want
to fill the hole in my soul
that anxiety has chipped away at
with the only reliable thing
that will make me feel good
food
wonderful, instantly gratifying
food

ii. consume
Chocolates and junk food
or spoonfuls of ice cream
and a brownie
desserts that top off a Sunday brunch
push away the thoughts that say
this is a horrible idea
and feast!

iii. sickness
My stomach begins to churn
my chest gets tight
and I feel like emptying
my stomach
my mind
my life
regret attacks my stomach and mind
karma for the horrible decision
I made
junk food hates me as much as
I care for it

iv. guilt
My stomach is a bloated planet
my thighs its insurmountable mountains
look what you have done?
you fat idiot!
consuming and consuming
soon your body will make you unloveable
I try to empty my stomach
bent over pristine porcelain
sweat dripping down my face
desperately googling for help
to hurt myself

v. aftermath
Three-digit number
I’m too ashamed to speak it
but I feel the numbers
imprint in my mind
with a note
stop eating as much as possible
so guilt follows every meal
every moment spent in front of a mirror
is an inspection
bulging thighs
flabby arms
stomach barely contained
how do you show your face in public?
a binger too afraid to purge
when will you finally feel guilty enough
to take action?
these thoughts stay in my head
until the next binge
then they return again