let the fear run out of your soul
and drip down the walls
staining blood-red
like tears
on ceramic skin

do you
really need
to eat that?
think of the fat
around your waist
around your thighs
around your face
take it
that's right
squeeze it
think of the meter on the scales
watch it rise
pound after pound
think of your bloated belly
you disgusting failure
now tell me
do you really need to eat that?

sometimes
death seems like the most viable option

There was a time
when all I wanted to be
was yours
and all I wanted to do
was be with you
but not anymore

I'm sorry

I grew up weird.
Both fast, and painfully slow.
I understood everything and nothing.
Socially, I started confident and grew awkwardly
first in the sun, then bending away from such bright attentions. Academically I started out running, always ahead,
always the best, the brightest. Straight As and
mismatched clothes, socially lost
yet somehow showing
'great potential'.

Now I've learned a lot.
All blacks and grays, I've finally
mastered at least a portion of my shortcomings
but its too late. Because I've grown up and its shifted again
analytically I see it, can emulate it, but it isn't
familiar or comfortable, it took me
years to catch up and I'm
still behind.

I've grown up weird.

You are The One I would die for
And you are The One I live for