There once was
A fork in my road
And I made the decision
To go the way I did
For better or worse
The choice was made

There once was
A girl in my life
Who was just as strange
As me
And she stood there
At my fork
On my road
And begged
Me

There once was
Freedom in my soul
And I have never quite
Felt as free as I did
On our couch
With her

There once was
Hope
That our magnets
Were strong enough
To endure anything

There once was
You and I
Together
And I spend my days
Thinking what our life
Would be like
Together

Children pinch there skin
And think that they are looking
At the dinner they finished six minutes ago.
And they hate themselves.
They hate there bodies for needing food.
They hate their parent's for feeding them.
They hate themselves
For their cute pink pinch able cheeks, and full bellies.
They hate everyone who's ever said
"Someone must have been hungry."

And they never grow out of it.

They skip more than just dessert,
They cut more than construction paper,
They ingest more pills than food.
They hate it. They hate it. They hate everything.
THEY HATE IT.
THEY HATE IT.
THEY HATE EVERYTHING.
They hate themselves.

You can't just come back from something like that.
They'll leave home one day,
And with no one telling them to eat,
They won't.
With no one to watch them,
They'll bleed dry.

You can't just come back from something like that.

When I first met you,
You has this smile on your face.
And I swear to god
I couldn't make this up if I tried,
But if you looked at the ground
The way you looked at me,
I promise you
At least four dozen flowers
Would have sprouted right up from the ground.
You were that magical.

But three months in,
And a bottle and a half of *****,
You hit me so hard,
That you left bite marks in my mind,
And scars on my heart composed of your fingerprints.

All the flowers have died.

You can't touch your toes
Or lick your nose.
But you're body still amazes me.